I’ve moved into an antique brick schoolhouse. It’s roughly 200 years old which means it has more soul than anywhere I’ve ever lived. The funny thing about moving is the choice of recreating or reinventing your life-style. All the stuff of daily life that you packed up and brought to this new stage is symbolic of other theaters you’ve perform in. I find this object particularly metaphorical. It is a cloisonné bowl of unknown origins that I have never been particularly fond of. It is filled with money; coins and bills from around the world left behind in wallets and ...