Hendrickje poured cold water ove0r Rembrandt's art. Or was it the other way around?

Oil Paint Doesn't Wash Out

First performance at Etcetera Theatre, London, April 1997.

Hendrickje (Rembrandt’s Woman Bathing)
A Renaissance Angel
A Madonna and Child
Rembrandt van Rijn
Leonardo da Vinci
Vincent van Gogh
Andy Warhol
Director
Lighting

Danusia Iwaszko
Stephen Wilson
Alice Benson
Marc Sausset
Roberto Trippini
Mike Murphy
Chesca & Friends
Valerie Lucas
Dominic Burnham

 Stage: Art Gallery cafeteria. - tables and chairs.

The "Paintings" and "Self-Portraits" tables are lit separately, never simultaneously. Leonardo is preset, sitting at back table

Music cue: Pachelbel Canon, fade down as Angel speaks. Cut at Madonna entry.

Angel:
Enter.
...........................................................(Improvised artcritic-speak language).

Madonna: Enters. Sits at front table.

Angel: ...........................................................
.........(cue word) Derida.

Hendrickje: Enters, holding her slip up, thigh level. Her legs are dripping wet. Staggering slightly.
Thank god that’s over for another day. All those people staring at me, having to keep still, trying not to shiver. I don’t think I could have stood in that bath another minute.

Angel:
Standing.
Let me give you a hand.
Takes her hand and helps her to a seat at his table.
You sit down here and I’ll get you something hot to drink.
Puts two cups down on table.
Tea or coffee?

Hendrickje:..........................................................
Can I be awkward and ask for chocolate, please.
Sits down, rubs legs with chemise to dry them.

Angel:
Looks at cup, clasps hands in prayer, smiles.

Hendrickje: ...........................................................
There’s nothing like a nice cup of chocolate when the gallery closes.
Shivering. Picks up cup, warms hands around it
Thanks. You’re an angel.

Rembrandt:
Enters. As he approaches, Leonardo picks up wine bottle. Approving noises and gestures from both.

Hendrickje:
Looks up, starts to open her mouth as if to speak to him, but he walks to Leonardo’s table and sits down, his back to Hendrickje.
(To Angel)
.That does it. I’ve had about all I can take from that Rembrandt.

Angel:..........................................................................
.
Ah, but he’s such a wonderful artist. Working from within the constraints of the narrow, 17th century Netherlands Protestant ethos he displays an ethereal .universality, a simple spirituality and a non-judgemental observation of his subjects..So sensitive in his timeless depiction of the human condition.
Pulls a feather from his wing, a piece of paper from his tunic and starts writing.

Hendrickje: .................................................................
Hey, I’m human. I don't see him being so sensitive to my condition. It’s this damned obsession with cleanliness.
Stands up, does various exercises to improve the circulation in her legs
Christ, you live with a man, cook his food, warm his side of the bed, darn his socks. Then one day you wake up and find out that all he really wants is for you to stand around in water until you freeze to death.

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