In Dortmund for Tristan und Isolde rehearsals. Today is Ferragosto in Italy and in fact I've had the day-off rather unintentionally. Vivi has arrived and so life has much more depth and perspective. Returning to work hasn't been as shocking as I had feared, although working towards the premiere it will become more intense. It's early days yet.
The tyrannical representation of the production have an increasingly hideous effect upon me, to the point that I shudder when when stop and talk about the psychological processes of the characters. Of course, going hard core in Germany is imminently expected, but I can't help but think about a production of Tristan and Isolde which purely portrays the individual psychological developments of the characters conscious and subconscious. So much of what we do comes from deep recesses of our mind of which we are unaware.
That is essentially my problem. My job is interesting on a solely artistic level. The expositional aspect of opera leaves me apathetic. I'm interested in the process, not the result. The process is art. The result is profession. That is why my job is the representation of art. I understand why some directors never watch performances of their own work.