We first revisited my question about the page + dialogue of observations on the “island inhabitants” who bring the feast for the Italians. This dialogue will be reduced as it covers more time than we need to make the feast appear.
Caliban needs a unique entrance in the area of Prospero’s cell. “Here you sty me in this rock.”. Might be US of cave or from beneath Miranda’s sleeping rock.
Notes on the sketch:
Driftwood log will move SR. The DC space will have a lg. rock, that will function like a hotel lobby poof. Also, Prospero will make his circle around the rock and then stand upon it. This will give him focus as others gather within the circle.
DSL will appear wetter than DSR. And the pool of practical water will be DSL.
Additional branches may appear SL. Not sure about this yet. Hoping to keep island as barren as possible. Thinking about other options.
Moon in drawing irrelevant, as most of play takes place during daylight. Perhaps it appears in the storm?
An additional set of steps will be added to to the SL area “Another part of the island” that will be used by everyone.
A quick sketch of acting areas.
Dark= Vertical masking elements, the dark dots US of “Before Prospero’s Cell” indicate an entrance from a cave.
Med.= Rough Terrain, unwalkable/ impassable
Light= Acting areas, short lines indicate short steep climbs only used by the island’s inhabitants (or spirits?)
NOTE: This GP will be reversed.
I’ve been thinking a lot about landscape. I feel strongly that the transition between water and earth is an important image. Prospero changes his rock-hard ways to forgive his usurper/brother and let the past flow away.
Unnatural though though thou art. Their understanding Begins to swell, and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now lies foul and muddy.
and a few pages later
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know, Thou must restore.
A “sea-change” if I ever heard one! (Sorry, pun was unavoidable!)
My initial impulse when thinking about this island looked something like this. I vacationed in the Outer Banks recently, so sandy dunes are still lingering happily in my head.
When not vacationing in my head, realized this was NOT the coast of Malta or any other place in the Mediterranean. The island we are seeking is a much harsher place. No soft sand or sea oats waving gently in the breeze. The intersection of land and sea here is a hard, rough place. So little cover is there that Trinculo is forced to take cover under Cailiban.
Here’s neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing . . . Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
So, the levels we have discussed will be rocky, nearly devoid of vegetation (making Caliban’s ability to gather fuel a critical one) and at the lower edge, tide pools.
I am very fond of the reflections in the pools in this image.