Some Photos for Adam Nimoy. <3

Hey Kids,

Many of you have seen these here before, but I’m posting these again in full size especially for Adam Nimoy if he wants to use any of them in his documentary.  I’m sending him an e-mail and I don’t want to crowd and crash his server!      (Don’t forget to contribute!)

These are my photos from June 15, 2013 when I saw Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space in NYC after a performance of Vincent.   A magical day!

Good Luck Adam! Enjoy! -Therese Bohn  😀 <3

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Focused close up of Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.


Giving an Answer — Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.


Making a point – Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.

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A Spock-ian Puzzlement – Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.

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A Wonderful laughing moment on the panel. Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.


Contemplation of Question — Original version – Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.


Contemplation of Question – Detail – Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.

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Contemplation Black and White with Original Poem ‘Mr. Nimoy” by Therese Bohn — Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.


Happy Smile! Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo by Therese Bohn.

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Therese Bohn and Leonard Nimoy outside of Symphony Space – Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space NYC, June 15, 2013. Original Photo supplied by Therese Bohn.

Two Years Ago Today (June 15, 2013)

It was two years ago today, June 15, 2013, that I saw Leonard Nimoy in New York City, and on his way out of the Symphony Space Theater, he let me get his picture taken with him. (You can read the whole story here). Knowing now what we didn’t know then (about his COPD) it was especially nice of him to oblige me, for I’m sure he was tired.  I’ll never forget seeing him that day, and so thankful I did.  Bless Mr. Nimoy and his memory.  🙂

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Therese with Leonard Nimoy at Symphony Space June 15, 2013.

Leonard Nimoy, “An Alien and a Gentleman” on ‘Selected Shorts’

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From 2010, a photo of Isaiah Sheffer, host of ‘Symphony Space’ in NYC with Leonard Nimoy, a frequent reader of stories on the show. Both are in the great library in the sky now, but left a great legacy.

I’ve had a busy few days, accompanying my son to Baltimore for a school trip. and we got home late last night, I’ve been resting much of today, and just turned on the radio,  and to my delight, a familiar voice was booming from the speakers: Leonard was telling stories on “Selected Shorts”, and this was a special show in his memory!

Selected Shorts was (and is) recorded in Symphony Space in New York City – Mr. Nimoy was a regular and much loved as a reader of many short stories. This was a tribute show to Leonard:   Here’s the podcast, Enjoy! 🙂

Seeing Leonard Nimoy in Person (Again!) Only 300 miles and 36 years Later- (VIDEO, PHOTOS)

Hey Kids,  Get a comfy chair, this will be a long post.

At last here is my account of  my New York City trip on June 15th, and what a day it was!   I arrived at the Greyhound station that Saturday morning at 7:00  to catch the 8:00 a.m. bus.  Having settled in the waiting area with 20 minutes to spare, I ran out to my car in the lot to get something when I noticed a meter man checking cars for tickets.   Turns out the station had installed a singular ticket machine there (not immediately obvious) which only allowed parking  30 minutes at a time.  Long story short, I wasn’t ticketed, but had to quickly park my car a block away in a parking ramp and rush back to catch the bus with only about 5 minutes to spare! You can’t imagine my adrenaline – Gotta get to NY!   Well, 3 1/4 hours and 300 miles later, I was there.

I love being in the city; there is nothing like NYC to take one out of themselves, and I really needed to reconnect with the real world after two weeks of mourning my Mom.  (Slowly getting better, btw)  Got in town with enough time to visit old friends on the West side, get some good city pictures, and them off to Symphony Space to see Vincent.  After collecting my ticket (it had sold out) I went around to the side of the theater where the entrance to the Leonard Nimoy Thalia Theater is.  (Nice to know that Mr. Nimoy will have his name  permanently in lights on Broadway!)  A man waiting there asked me with a crisp British accent if I was there to see Vincent.  I said yes.  We got into a friendly conversation about Trek, Dr. Who, fandom, and Nimoy. His name was Edwin and we were excited to be first and second in line… or so we thought.  After @ ten minutes a theater employee  came out and told us we were at the wrong door!  Edwin figured we’d be shuffled to the end of a long line, but fortunately we had only moved from 1st and 2nd to 10th and 11th, just behind some of Edwin’s friends.  When we were finally admitted, we all went straight for the front row, which was literally within spitting distance of the performers. (Seriously, there is only one foot of space between the your feet and the stage!)  I sat with a very kind lady named Deana who had seen the show years ago with Mr. Nimoy starring. (Lucky!)

The play, of course was just amazing, leaving me exhilarated and emotionally exhausted,  but now the moment was coming that we all were waiting for: Question and Answers!  The night before, I had carefully printed out posts from this blog in hopes of giving them to Mr. Nimoy later (This, this, this, this,this and this)  and I had a question I wanted to ask about the connection between creativity and sanity. (I just had to be called on! I was in the front row for heaven’s sake!)   So we’re all on pins and needles awaiting the moment when he’d walk on.  First we were introduced to Laura Kaminsky, artistic director of Symphony Space, Vincent director Paul Stein, and the delightful (and most handsome) actor Jean-Michel Richaud, who had played Theo.  Then came Mr. Nimoy; a figure in black and gray, smiling broadly, with hair shaggier than it had ever been in the 1970’s, and the applause erupted two-fold.  My heart fluttered a little; damned if I wasn’t 16 again!

The four talked for a bit about the production, and I snapped away when I could, keeping my camera on the discreet (quiet) setting and no flash so as not to blind them up there.  I even took a little video, where Nimoy talks about the original and new productions, and if Vincent’s death was abetted by teenage bullies:

I cannot tell you what a delight it was to be sitting only a couple feet away from the stage, and joy in hearing Mr. Nimoy and the crew discuss  this production.  One moment I didn’t get  a picture of, but will never forget was when someone asked if Nimoy would write yet another play, possibly about another artist, to which he said “One’s enough!”  On cue, director, Paul Stein chimed in with Gauguin!” which sent the four into gales of laughter!

Of course, all this time I was hoping I’d be called on, but I suspect that Ms. Kaminsky might have noticed that the backside of the paperwork I held had photos of Mr. Spock on it, and steered clear of this Trekkie. 🙁   Truth be told, all the questions asked were very well informed and high-brow, no doubt the questions preferred in this setting. (But I wasn’t going to mention Trek at all!) Anyway, when she asked for the final question, she pointed right at the lady to my right in a red jacket who casually said “Leonard, it’s Bobbie!  Richard says ‘Hi’ ” and “Can I get a hug?”   (continued after gallery)

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And then it was over.  Nimoy quickly exited off stage left, and I figured my chance to meet him was passed. I thanked Deana for her wonderful company, but regrettably didn’t get her e-mail, (couldn’t find her on FB either).  Then I noticed that Mr. Richaud was greeting people on stage and since I was hoping to meet him too,  I went right up and had a lovely chat with him, and got his autograph on one of the “letters” that he threw into the air during the production.  I mentioned the play’s healing effect on me, and he gave me condolences on my Mother’s passing.   A fine person and actor. 🙂  And since I figured I wouldn’t be seeing Mr. Nimoy, I asked him if he could possibly give the paperwork I had to Mr. Nimoy at that night’s performance.   He said he would, although I suspect the papers probably got lost in the shuffle.  🙁

However, as I headed out of the theater, a band of fans were waiting outside the stage door in hopes of seeing Mr. Nimoy.  I figured I better hang around too, but after 10 minutes I said “He’s not gonna show up is he?” And another fan said “Yes he will, he’s right there.” And she pointed to the cafe window behind me and I could see him in the cafe with several people… soon they all had their pictures taken with him, the lady in the red jacket too!*   As they disembarked I ran out to the front of the theater in hopes of saying ‘Hi’ to him, and by gosh, I got my wish (albeit brief) — Now,

What I wish I said to Mr. Nimoy:

“Hello Mr. Nimoy! I loved the show!  I’ve always wanted to see Vincent, and it really moved me. It was so beautiful and heartfelt! Jean-Michel was perfect! My name is Therese Bohn, and I wanted to ask you a question, but there wasn’t time. But you’ve been a wonderful inspiration in my life in relation to my own creativity and photography. I’m also so happy to see you today because the last time I saw you, it was 36 years ago, but I forgot my camera, so may I please finally get my picture with you?  (I’d like to think he’d say here “Of course!”)  Also, I write a silly little blog about Star Trek which features Spock prominently, and I printed a few posts here for you to enjoy. Thanks so much, and Happy Father’s Day!  (Insert hug here).

What I actually said to Mr. Nimoy:

“ExcusemeMrNimoySorrytobotheryou!ThelasttimeIsawyouwas36yearsagoandI didn’thavemycamera!!!!”

To which he replied:

“Well, you better hurry up because I gotta catch my cab!”

And as someone in the crowd attempted to take our picture with my camera, Nimoy kept saying “Hurry up, hurry up!”

And the result was this picture (which I cropped because another fan jumped in on his left):

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300 miles and 36 years later, Therese finally gets her picture taken with Nimoy. (That’s a stuffed puppy under his arm from someone else)

Not quite the dream meeting I’d been banking on, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. Still very thankful for the chance get that picture and it did nicely bookend my last brush with him.  Part of me wishes I acted on my initial impulse to go into the café 20 minutes earlier and introduce myself there, but the good little Catholic girl in me said “You don’t interrupt strangers while they’re eating/socializing.”   In the end I just hope he didn’t find me another annoying fan girl!  The guy I had been in line with at the beginning of the show, Edwin, did get Nimoy’s autograph on the book he brought with him, and Nimoy, ever gracious even in his hurry, gave us all the Vulcan Salute and a smile as he entered his cab.  Sorry I didn’t get a picture of that, but I’ll never forget it, bless him.

As I walked, er floated, down the next 10 city blocks, it was the happiest I felt in two weeks, and uncharacteristically, I texted @ ten family and friends with the simple message: Guess who just got her picture taken with LEONARD NIMOY?!

My husband texted back a message that just cracked me up, he wrote:
Leonard Neemoy, Leonard Neemoy! Yes, Fangirl 🙂     He was referencing this old Freakazoid Cartoon  which he often quotes whenever I say I’m writing post here! 😛

If I ever have the good fortune to meet Mr. Nimoy again, I promise him I’ll keep it as civil and calm as possible! For now, I’m so glad I had this day, and that I could share it with you!

Later, Kids, Therese  🙂

*The Lady in the Red Jacket, is now my friend Bobbie, who was friends with Leonard in 5 years before his passing <3.

My Review: Leonard Nimoy’s ‘Vincent’ at Symphony Space, NYC

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The clever poster for this production of Leonard Nimoy’s “Vincent”

I ventured to New York City on June 15th to see a limited run of Vincent, the passionate one-man show about the life of Vincent van Gogh, and I am so glad I did!

Vincent takes place a week after van Gogh’s death, his life recalled by his mourning brother, Theo, as he ruffles through a suitcase filled with hundreds of Vincent’s letters.

Written by Leonard Nimoy in the 1970’s, and based on the play Van Gogh by Phillip Stephens, Vincent is an astonishing, fervent piece; a 90 minute, non-stop, bang-bang monologue which left me happy, sad, breathless, and totally satisfied.  This production starred Jean-Michel Richaud as Theo, and directed with deft passion by Paul Stein.

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A portion of the simple set for “Vincent.”
Photo by Therese Bohn 2013

Vincent is presented on a simple set, with a wicker desk and a few chairs, an easel with a frame but no canvas, and a small rear monitor to the side which showcases Vincent’s work throughout. Theo enters meekly, thanking the audience for coming, and asks forgiveness for not being able to speak at his brother’s funeral a week earlier. As Theo goes through the letters he alternates between being himself and his brother, often losing himself in Vincent’s passions. It is a brilliant performance that Mr. Richaud delivers with the full intensity of his heart and soul.  As Theo relates his memories, we feel the loss, anger, frustration, and joy of his relationship with Vincent. The brother’s time together churned between love and hate, just as the stars and heavens churn in van Gogh’s Starry Night.  But it isn’t all sadness; there are many lighter and funnier moments, some of which made me laugh out loud!  And surely despite their hardships, the love between them was undeniable.


Jean-Michel Richaud in Vincent.
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Mr. Richaud was marvelous, and he totally wraps the audience up in Theo’s remembrances. Early in the show, as we’re told of Vincent’s attempts to be a minister, he impersonates Vincent giving a fiery sermon; all completely in French.  This not only showcases Richaud’s heritage, but adds even more to the intensity of the moment where Vincent, ever trying to heal and save his flock, nearly brings the house down.  It’s a stunning, exciting moment that, in the original production, was done in English.  But even non-French speakers can all the more appreciate the urgency in Vincent’s words with Richaud’s perfect delivery.

We learn that Vincent’s attempt to minister is the first in a long line of the artist’s quest to please people, some unorthodox, but always coupled with the need for acceptance. Theo sifts through the letters trying to figure out Why.  In a moment of frenzied frustration, Theo cries “Vincent, will you ever learn to love yourself!?” and he hurls all the letters into the air.  It is a stunning moment of despair, but Theo eventually finds solace in knowing that his brother found some peace in the last 70 days of his life, creating piece after piece, as if he knew the end was near.  Vincent was happiest with outsiders, prostitutes, prisoners, laborers and eventually found a brief haven of peace in an asylum, where the demons of his Epilepsy could be quelled by his need to create art.  His goodbye to Vincent is one of the most beautiful farewells I’ve ever seen on a stage.

I would like to see Vincent make it to Broadway, it certainly deserves that chance.   There have been regional productions of it, most recently Mr. Richaud’s in Los Angeles. I think anyone who loves art, passion, and life itself should see it; it is a renewing experience. On a personal note, I found myself keenly identifying with Theo in his grief, as at the time it had only been two weeks since my own mother’s passing, and the play proved to be a bit cathartic to me, and just the tonic I needed to help me through this sad time. (Of course, seeing Nimoy in person afterward was a huge boost to my spirits, but I’ll get to that in a separate post).

Some interesting facts I did not know about Vincent van Gogh:

·        * Vincent was born “twice” – that is, an older brother, stillborn exactly one year before Vincent’s birth, was also named Vincent.  As a child he would be taken to his brother’s grave every Sunday, which surely affected his spiritual beliefs.

·        *Vincent suffered from Epilepsy, and his seizures could produce maddening hallucinations and voices in his head – something that very likely have caused him to sever part of his ear, in a desperate hope of silencing the voices.

·       * In the last 70 days of his life, Vincent produced an astonishing of art, often two a day, with a grand total of 100 new pieces at his death.

·        *His death may not have been suicide, but accidentally prompted by bullies who taunted him as he was painting in a wheat field which led to the gunshot wound in his abdomen. (Nimoy believes this to be the case now)

·       * Heartbroken and ailing, Theo died only 6 months after Vincent.

Quotes from Vincent:

·         “A Life without love is a sinful condition.  I will not live without love. “

·        “I paint what I feel, not what I see.”

·        “Love, Beauty, and God are all the same thing.”

·        “Did you clean the brushes?”

·         “Theo, I wish I could die like this.”

Vincent left me with a greater appreciation of the artist and his work, it also reminded me that creativity is not only a great outlet for one’s art, but also a haven for one’s sanity. If Vincent comes to your town – get right to it!  It is truly love of life on a grand scale.

“Mr. Nimoy” A Poem by Therese Bohn (Exclusive)

Hey Kids,

I’m still working on my accounts from my visit last Saturday in NYC to see Vincent at the Leonard Nimoy Thalia Theater at Symphony Space, but for now, I was so inspired by seeing Mr. Nimoy I had to write this little poem along with one of many photos I took.  Enjoy, and Mr. Nimoy, if you see this, Thanks again! — Therese Bohn June 18, 2013

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