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Glorious HOTEL

I do not know why Charles Mee titled his play about the American assemblagist Joseph Cornell Hotel Cassiopeia. Nor do I know why the play’s innumerable characters include a pharmacist, an astronomer, an herbalist, and Arshile Gorky (thank you, Wikipedia), nor even, at times, why Cornell is the focal point. That is to say, some of these things I can guess from my limited knowledge of Cornell, derived almost entirely in retrospect and from the Internet more than anything that happens onstage. Mee seems interested less in the concrete details of a man’s life than in the art that may be made of them. And in the extraordinary production currently playing at Baltimore’s Single Carrot Theatre, director Genevieve de Mahy and company have made one of the most compelling artworks I have ever seen.

Mee makes his plays freely available online, urging us, Cornell-like, to “build your own, entirely new, piece” from them; you can read Hotel Cassiopeia at Skimming through the text underscores the interpretative challenges that confronted de Mahy, her cast, and her designers. Consider the opening stage directions:

A wall of stars:

the constellations

or the moon

or a vast star map of the cosmos covers the back wall

[or should it look like a Pollack painting?

splashes and droplets of white paint].

We hear Satie's Gymnopedies on the piano.

A young woman on a bicycle

or a life-size paper cutout of a young woman on a bicycle

or a paper cutout of a giant owl

arcs across the sky

while he speaks.

At Single Carrot, we hear Satie’s Gymnopédies (in several haunting variations). But the wall of stars, the Pollack droplets, the bicycling woman and giant owl … not so much, except insofar as they are seeds for the artists’ endlessly fertile imaginations. No theatre company in Baltimore makes better use of its space than Single Carrot, and in this production de Mahy—with huge assists from set designer Lisi Stoessel, lighting designer Joey Bromfield, and props designer Ben Hoover—raise the bar ever higher. Do yourself a favor and arrive early—you will be invited to explore an assemblage of oversized wooden boxes framing bric-a-brac, birds’ eggs, and countless other treasures.

As we explore, Joseph Cornell (Nathan A. Cooper) enters. He sits politely—even self-consciously, as though he were intruding on our privacy rather than the reverse—at a round table that resembles a threadless spool set on one end; flipped 90 degrees, the table becomes, through the alchemy of theatre, a kind of chariot. This transformation, the first of many, establishes the play’s overarching concern, the glue that binds the disparate moments into a whole: How to make something enduring—an artwork, an identity, a life—from the bits and patches the world hands us. “Some days I just weep and weep,” Joseph exclaims. “Is everything I do just written on water?” Then a hint of a smile: “But what else can I do?”

Cooper is magnificent in the role, his lucid eyes revealing every glimmer of hope and heartache. At times he seems a child, at times a sage, and always an artist driven by unquenchable curiosity. Joseph’s greatest achievement in the play, and the zenith of de Mahy’s vision, may be when he choreographs the clockwork exchange of trinkets—a toy bicycle, an ornament, a bell—amongst his acquaintances; where minutes earlier he had been an outsider—“ever a voyeur,” in one stage direction—now he leads from within.

It sounds incredibly trivial, I know; the only guidance Mee provides is “an entire back wall of the theatre / with bottles with things in them / or the entire fabulous window of a pharmacy / or the fantastical window of a Paris shop / or a thousand sorts of watch springs.” Yet in the context of the production it is glorious, and allows Joseph to conclude, with total conviction, “do what you love / and let the rest follow along behind it.” As the pharmacist sketches a molecule on the floor and the astronomer traces a constellation, Joseph’s brother suddenly dies, and de Mahy finds a new zenith in scattered scraps of paper, and another still in the most erotic dance atop a bathtub you will ever witness.

I only half know what I’m saying anymore—Hotel Cassiopeia defies rational analysis, and during its longer speeches my attention drifted, but its progression of moments and memories is inexplicably poignant and beautifully presented. In addition to Cooper, the cast includes Rich Espey, Paul Diem, and Nathan Fulton as the aforementioned pharmacist, astronomer, and herbalist; they also portray, among others, three of Joseph’s fellow artists, adopting thick accents in the few comic scenes. Alix Fenhagen plays several young women whose conversations with the reclusive Joseph mask suppressed longings; Katie Rumbaugh plays several other women whose more insistent desires both attract and terrify him. Gina Braden is formidable as Joseph’s mother; she also makes a convincing Lauren Bacall.

Costume designer Heather Jackson marks each character’s essence with a few well-chosen details, from Joseph’s prim suit and suspenders to the astronomer’s star-flecked vest; look closely and you’ll spot faded newsprint on the ballerina’s tutu, as though it too had been re-made from found materials. Sound designer Steven Krigel weaves dozens—if not hundreds—of distinct effects into a seamless score.

There again is that theme: from infinite fragments, integration. It is rare for a writer to capture in words the effect of another art form, and rarer still for theatre artists to translate those words into actions both faithful to the original text and spectacularly original in their own right. With Hotel Cassiopeia, Mee and the artists of Single Carrot achieve such miracles.

Hotel Cassiopeia is playing at Single Carrot Theatre, located at 120 W. North Avenue, on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays at 7:30 P.M., and Sundays at 2:30 P.M., through April 29th. Tickets are $10–$20. For more information, call 443-844-9253, email, or go to

Photos by Chris Hartlove

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