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Saturday, July 27, 2013

A Real Show

Theater. The process.  It's a strange thing. And a weird kick. At least that's my experience with the way we do things. I'm not sure how others do it. For us, it always starts out with an image, or a word on a page. The most slender of reeds. And then it goes from there. 

And even with a script there is so much, unsaid, un-worked out.  There is so much space to fill. And the process is a little scary.  Days and days of working lines, trying to get them into your body. And then you try to visualize, or actualize things on stage, in space.

The last few years our process is so loose, so unplanned. We set things up and let them kind of roll out. There are those moments of panic, moments when you catch yourself for a moment and think, "This can't work," "This won't work," "What were we thinking?"

But we've learned this always happens. Always. So the panic is not so consuming. You can stop mid-panic and say, "Oh yeah, now this is when we go into that panic mode."  We know it will pass, it's just a phase, and then you go on, you go through the wall, and break on through to a real show.

It happens. Will happen. We know.

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