Oscar Wilde once said, "Life imitates art far more than art imitates life." This theme is central to "Street Scene for the Last Mad Soprano".  Through art we shape the way we view the world and ourselves.  Through art we decide what we are as humans, and how we will live our lives.  Children, for example, love to draw, but it is not merely playing.  Through working with crayons they formulate the nature of their being.  Through playing we become humans.    

So how does art affect you if the images it creates are demeaning? 

Women characters in opera tend to be abused and fallen, or simpletons who make their living by embroidering, or heroines sacrificing themselves for the well being of a heroic man.  Their identity is often determined by a degrading relationship to men who are portrayed as superior and in command.

We see the Mad Soprano’s increasing conflict with the way opera subver-sively shapes her identity.  Music theater, for example, contains a great deal of ennobled violence against women.    Through operatic aggrandizement, we celebrate simple things like wife beating.  The Mad Soprano, however, tells a less adorned truth about the domestic abuse of her friend Betty.  But as she leaves off her roles, and speaks to us directly, we see hints that her reality is even more dream-like than the theater roles she is practicing.  Is what women perceive as their true world merely a construction created by a male society?

In this work we also explore how cultural identity creates community.  Artistic expression creates rituals that give us a sense of coming together and sharing in the identity of our human condition.  This is one of the most beautiful and meaningful aspects of art.  Groups, such as women as a whole, that are not allowed to be creative artists, are deprived of their humanity.  The true identity of women in society will be formulated only when they are allowed to be artists and determine for themselves who they really are.  As women find their true place in our culture, we will obtain not only a greater freedom and dignity, but also a fuller and more balanced understanding of human consciousness.

The Mad Soprano has gradually become so alienated from her "own" patriarchal culture, that she no longer feels a part of it.  She slowly confronts the fact that the roles she must sing are not only utterly demeaning, but that more often than not, artistic expression is reduced to being mere entertainment for a society that has little cultural sensibility left

--sexist or not.  The pedestrians applaud for her as if she were doing tricks.  Or they stand and stare because they think she is dead.

The time for the Mad Soprano’s audition eventually arrives.  She’s worried because she still feels she hasn’t anything meaningful to sing.  She doesn’t know what to do, there’s no time left.  She knows this could signify the loss of her humanity, and almost screams, "Do you know what it means to be without a song?  People will step on you!"

But she re-gathers her composure and prepares to leave.  We sense that all this time she has really been alone, and that she is trying to sing her world into being.  She sings words that would seem almost overly simple, if we had not seen all that she has gone through in her struggle against the marginalization of the humanity of women: "Tomorrow night the lights will rise, floating by themselves in Love’s order.  And far from this corner on the street, we’ll sing from our hearts.  You and I.  We’ll sing from our hearts.  You and I.  You and I."