The first time I encountered Three Sisters, I was a bumbling sophomore in college. I knew where the library and the rec center were, so clearly I was a knowledgable, independent, student. Our collegiate production was something special. It was like a scumbled painting, speckled with contrasts of Theatricalism and Realism and splattered with the essential unrequited love and regret seen in any Chekhovian play. As we “painters” carefully blended in hues of the agony and angst t