Good to know we all don’t know what’s going on
A solo that explores what it feels like for life to be changing. Made in a space you’re about to leave, about that space from it’s very beginnings. What it felt like to step into that theater for the firs time, and know that now you’re making a piece about your final performance in it. Does the floor feel different to your feet with this knowledge? What happens to all those emotions you experienced on that fifth floor and the subsequent floors below? If you start crying on stage, will people believe it is because your performance is about the grief of moving on, or do they just assume you’re a good enough actor to be believable? I guess it was all there, no matter what my initial intention was. And I shushed a kid who was making noise- an accidental moment of comedy among the morose.
The Process
Videos of improvisation in a number of places. Watch them over and over, try to remember what I felt and thought, replicate it in these same spaces and studios I am about to leave, and see where it all settles. I tried to find what felt most honest, and that felt overwhelming. So showing those moments where it felt overwhelming while on stage felt the most honest to me.
