ACT II

MOVE ON

DOT
Are you working on something new?

GEORGE
No.

DOT
That is not like you, George.

GEORGE
I've nothing to say.

DOT
You have many things.

GEORGE
Well, nothing that's not been said.

DOT
Said by you, though. George.

GEORGE
I do not know where to go.

DOT
And nor did I.

GEORGE
I want to make things that count,
Things that will be new...

DOT
I did what I had to do...

GEORGE
What am I to do?

DOT
Move on...

Stop worrying where you're going-
Move on.
If you can know where you're going,
You've gone.
Just keep moving on.

I chose, and my world was shaken-
So what?
The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not.
You have to move on.

Look at what you want,
Not at where you are,
Not at what you'll be-
Look at all the things you've done for me:

Opened up my eyes,
Taught me how to see,
Notice every tree-

GEORGE
...Notice every tree...

DOT
Understand the light-

GEORGE
...Understand the light...

DOT
Concentrate on now-

GEORGE
I want to move on.
I want to explore the light.
I want to know how to get through,
Through to something new,
Something of my own-

BOTH
Move on.
Move on.

DOT
Stop worrying it your vision
Is new.
Let others make that decision-
They usually do.
You keep moving on.

GEORGE
Look at what you've done, (looking around)
...Something in the light,
Then at what you want, Something in the sky,
Not at where you are, In the grass,
What you'll be. Up behind the trees...
Look at all the things
You gave to me. Things I hadn't looked at
Let me give to you Till now:
Something in return. Flower in your hat.
And your smile.
I would be so pleased... And the color of your hair.

GEORGE
And the way you catch the light.
And the care.
And the feeling.
And the life
Moving on.

DOT
We've always belonged
Together!

BOTH
We will always belong
Together!

DOT
Just keep moving on.
Anything you do,
Let it come from you.
Then it will be new.

Give us more to see...

SUNDAY

GEORGE
Dot, why did write these words?

DOT
They are your words George. The ones you muttered so often when you worked.

GEORGE
(reading)
"Order."
(cityscape begins to ascend.)
"Design."
"Tension."
"Composition."

(The people from the painting slowly stroll in.)
"Balance."
"Light."

Dot, I cannot read this word.

DOT
"Harmony."

GEORGE
(reading again)
"So much love in his words... forever with his colors... how George looks... he can look forever... what does he see? ...his eyes so dark and shiny... so careful... so exact..."

(Dot takes George by the arm and they begin to stroll among the people.)

ALL
(except George)
Sunday
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass,
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of tree

Forever
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass

DOT
In our perfect park

GEORGE
Made of flecks of light
And dark

ALL
(except George end Dot)
And Parasols...

People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday...
(All begin to leave very slowly, except Dot, who remains in the park, and George, who steps outside the park.)
Sunday...
(A blank white canvas descends.)

GEORGE
(looking in the book again)
"White. A blank page of canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities..."
(He looks up and sees Dot disappearing behind the white canvas.)