David, a veteran of fino trato (refined manners), suffers the constant desencontro (unfortunate missed connection) of missing our open sessions. Behold him in this portrait, perched with ironic garbo (elegant poise) upon a chair, hand to brow like a navigator seeking a lost continent. His flamboyant red socks hint at a shocking electricity beneath that scholarly gaze. While he claims merely to play, we suspect a vast, secret sabedoria (wisdom) of improv theory dwells within his mind. To encounter this elusive master, one must seek the workshops or jams. There, amidst aerial silks and gym shadows, David peers into the theatrical future with the squint of a true, albeit frequently absent, visionary.
David
