What I love about Steven G. Martin’s plays is their heart. There’s always a delicate yet profound sense of love and connection versus loneliness and disconnection. And that’s still true here... even though the heart is a dark, vast abyss. A Humble Path is a complex examination of evil borne from mismanaged expectation and rage, an inablity to find a middle ground between extemes, of overcorrection and repression. Every word of Abe’s history, every breath he issues to utter it, is of the utmost urgency. An extraordinary monologue, full of loneliness, rage and loss.
What I love about Steven G. Martin’s plays is their heart. There’s always a delicate yet profound sense of love and connection versus loneliness and disconnection. And that’s still true here... even though the heart is a dark, vast abyss. A Humble Path is a complex examination of evil borne from mismanaged expectation and rage, an inablity to find a middle ground between extemes, of overcorrection and repression. Every word of Abe’s history, every breath he issues to utter it, is of the utmost urgency. An extraordinary monologue, full of loneliness, rage and loss.