4/21/2013 2:14 PM
A wide open space where the claustrophobia of a city, a home, or our myriad problems dissipates in the light breeze that blows across the sand. The sun beats down lovingly, so we wear little clothing. Willingly exposing ourselves, we are comfortable here, happy.
That is what the beach represents to those who know it well and to those who have never set foot on one. This is how we've collectively defined it for all time, this place of relaxation and rejuvenation. It's magical really or, at least, we wish it was. If only we could outrun our real lives. They follow us, relentlessly, no matter where we go. Even to the sacred places.
That is what Tina Howe is getting at here. Things will be better as soon as we cross over from the concrete to the sand. We'll fight tooth and nail for it. When it works, even for a couple hours, it's the most glorious feeling, addicting. You want it all the time. The old couple, the single mother, and the photographer, they'll all trying for it.
It's a play about the simple things we do to try and instill a little hope in our lives. And the beach, it will always be THE BEACH, thank God. It never changes. We do, and we will always try to find our way back.