After a master artist takes the boy under his wing, Asher must decide whether to pursue what he believes to be true or to let his people define truth for him.
The dialogue also seemed a bit stilted at times, particularly during a discussion about art between Asher and his father.
Held up against the real lives of the vast majority of artists, this is the stuff of naive fantasy. The story engages some of the real costs of being an artist.
As an artist, you draw on your life, and your self-exposure may also expose others—painfully.
Asher also comes to a humbling realization: people like his father, whom Asher regards as aesthetically blind, create their own kind of art in the way they live their lives.
The playwright, as well as this production, presents Asher’s formative relationships with passion and delicacy.