I FIRST MET GUY IN 1975, in Venice, California, through Gus Foster. One evening we were going to a party with friends, stuffed into the backseat of a car. As we were driving around the Venice Circle, Guy asked if I would be interested in acting in a performance. That scene remains a vivid picture for me: “Of course I was interested! Extremely interested,” to borrow a couple of lines from his 1974 play Two Drawings. That invitation set me on a lifelong trajectory that has led to my present life in France.

The first performance we worked on together was At Sunrise . . . a Cry Was Heard, 1976, which