I painted this because I felt like the play was about life, you know? And life is full of color. And we each get to come along and we add our own color to the painting, you know? And even though it’s not very big, the painting, you sort of have to figure that it goes on forever, you know, in each direction. So, like, to infinity, you know? ‘Cause that’s kind of like life, right? And it’s really crazy, if you think about it, isn’t it, that a hundred years ago, some guy that I never met came to this country with a suitcase. He has a son, who has a son, who has me. So, at first, when I was painting, I was thinking, you know, maybe up here, that was that guy’s part of the painting and then, you know, down here, that’s my part of the painting. And then I started to think, well, what if we’re all in the painting, everywhere? And what if we’re in the painting before we’re born? What if we’re in it after we die? And these colors that we keep adding, what if they just keep getting added on top of one another, until eventually we’re not even different colors anymore? We’re just one thing. One painting. I mean, my dad is not with us anymore. He’s not alive, but he’s with us. He’s with me every day. It all just sort of fits somehow. And even if you don’t understand how yet, people will die in our lives, people that we love. In the future. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe years from now. I mean, it’s kind of beautiful, right, if you think about it, the fact that just because someone dies, just because you can’t see them or talk to them anymore, it doesn’t mean they’re not still in the painting. I think maybe that’s the point of the whole thing. There’s no dying. There’s no you or me or them. It’s just us.
We go through this life slowly but surely, just collecting these little pieces of ourselves that we can’t really live without until. eventually, we have enough of them to where we feel whole.
The point is, I don’t know what we are. Okay? That’s the truth. I don’t know what I think we are. I just know that I like the fact that there’s a “we” for us to talk about.[to Sloane]
Sometimes you just got to do the right thing. You got to do the right thing, even if it’s not what you want.
“I’m sorry” is like a magic word when you’re a kid. Doesn’t matter what you did. Say you’re sorry and it all goes away. Then you grow up, and it just doesn’t work anymore, does it?
You know, my dad, he kept the first 28 years of his life a secret from my mom, which worked for them, you know. I mean, it more than worked for them, actually, but I don’t want that for us. Okay? I don’t. I want to be able to tell you everything, and I want to know everything about you. But if I can’t, that’s okay. That’s okay because you smell like peaches, and, well, right now you don’t. You smell like garbage right now, actually, but, typically, you smell like peaches. And you keep snacks in that big purse that you have and… Well, I’m falling in love with you. Whether you open up to me or not, I’m falling in love with you.[to Zoe]
You have seen things that 99% of us, we can’t even imagine. And yeah, you made some mistakes along the way, but you’re trying. That doesn’t make you unlovable, it makes you human.[to Cassidy]
What’s wrong with being normal? Olivia, you’re always talking about being real. Right? That kiss that we had yesterday, let’s talk about that for a second, that was real. Those feelings were real and I know that you know that. And it doesn’t shock me that you’re scared, right? You are horrified and you’re trying to sabotage it. I understand that, but what might be worse than that is I’m not sure you’ve ever experienced anything real your entire life. I’m starting to feel like you attaching yourself to something that’s not a calculated act is just too much for your empty human shell to handle. I feel sorry for you.
Sometimes people think they know what they want… but then time goes by and things just… they change.[to Zoe]