A couple of things, there is a format change coming. A move away from just seeing plays into more of the work I have done, want to do, and the work of my friends. There will also probably be political posts.
And, hopefully, posts about my new podcast! (Debuting in late Feb! More details soon!)
First, it lived inside its own theatrical reality: one in which a plain white sheet was a pregnancy belly, and a baby, and a picnic blanket (if you wanted to track a sheet’s journey through the play). There are plenty of other moments of theatrical reality, but I’ve spoken about it before in other shows (like here, here, and here and especially here ) so I’ll lay off it here.
I also loved the amount of team work and safety that the cast showed towards each other. In small things, all the time. The clearest one is that every time someone stood on a chair, someone else was behind the chair making sure it didn’t tump over. And, it was part of the choreography, so it just looked natural. It wasn’t until the third or fourth time it happened that I was like – wait, is this happening? And then began to look for it. (Spoiler alert, it was happening). Whether it was the choreographer, director, cast or some combination I can’t tell you. I can tell you that, as a safety conscience director, it was nice to see.
Why art? Or more, why live art?
This show reminded me of one of the many reasons I love theatre. Because theatre (and, arguably, most live art performances) builds community. The community maybe temporary, but it is tangible.