Monday, December 21, 2009

Goodbye Chrysler, Hello Sears

I'm home for winter break. I got in Friday night after a bus, a walk, a train, a shuttle, an unexplained hour-long delay at Islip, a plane, a half-hour wait for my luggage, and a car ride to the house. But, as always, I survived the impressive list of transportation to get from my dorm to my house. My suitcase weighed exactly 50 pounds. I was very impressed with myself, and very tired from dragging it around after the morning of heavy lifting.

This is typical of myself. I got up when Joel did (to catch an 8:30 bus home from the West Village) and walked back to my room and packed earrrly in the morning. Around 11 I headed down to Playwrights to say a final goodbye to Colleen before I went home. I hung around Playwrights too long (as always), and my friend EV, who was set designing the show Colleen was tech directing, asked me to help her. I said yes (because I always say yes), thinking I'd move in a few small set pieces, or paint something, or hold a door open. We proceeded to haul four heavy wooden platforms out of one theatre, into a freight elevator, out of the freight elevator through the hallways with many turns, into the other theatre. By the end of it, I was ready to crawl into bed, but instead had to bid a last adieu to the office staff (who were, I think, all worried that I was never going to leave) and Colleen, and then I left. I haven't been at Playwrights for three days now. Weird.

Home was a little stressful the first couple days, but things have calmed down now and it's nice to be home. Yesterday we decorated the Christmas tree and listened to jazzy Christmas music. It was nice. We have a dusting of snow, nothing useful. It's cold. But I don't have to go outside, mostly. My grandparents may or may not be arriving tomorrow from South Dakota for a week, so they'll be here for Christmas, which is nice. Then, the day or so that they leave, Joel is coming for lots of days! He comes in next Monday morning and leaves Friday night. I'm really excited to show him Chicago.

Not sure what I'm doing with the rest of my break other than reading lots of plays and trying to maintain artistic intelligence and creativity and accomplish my acting and directing homework in a timely manner. Hopefully I'll hang out with some friends from church. I'm seeing some old friends at my friend Sarah's wedding on the 2nd. Slash, I have two friends getting married in 2010. That's really really weird.

The other thing I'm really excited about over break is starting my second semester directing project, which I have decided is a scene from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I've been thinking about it since the last day of directing class, and I can't get over how excited I am. I need a couple of badass actors and a band. A rock band. I don't know shit about directing a band, but I'll figure it out. I also have to learn a German (Berlin, specifically) accent, so I can teach it to my actors. And I'm having trouble with it. Then there's the actual assignment my directing teacher assigned us, which involved writing a paper about the historical/cultural context of the play and how it contributes to the conversation. I'm doing the scene with "The Origin of Love" so I'm going to reread Plato's Symposium to think about the Greek context of the story of the play, about people putting themselves back together again through sex. It's a beautiful story. I'll probably blog about it after I've done some thinking and some research.

For now I'm trying to keep myself busy since I don't have studio and classes and shows to do that for me. I need to distract myself from missing studio and classes and shows and New York and Colleen and Joel. Especially the last two. (They're kinda special.)

Sunday, December 6, 2009

"There Was This Moment That Passed. Taking Me With It."

Tongues closed tonight, and thus ends perhaps the most beautiful theatre experience I've ever been a part of. Never have I seen a group of people work together so well, including our freshman crew of five girls that happened to get assigned to our show. This has been the least-stressful tech week in, I think, the history of Playwrights and quite possibly NYU. Colleen and I could not have asked for a more enthusiastic crew or a more talented group of designers. (This is a testament to Colleen's ability to create a great production team - it made things easier for everyone.)

I have a ton of work I should be doing right now but I am completely distracted by my love for this show and the utter shock I am in over how amazing it was. Everyone, and I mean everyone, who saw it had nothing but the best things to say about it. There was laughter. There were tears. There were dance parties. (Mostly to Lady Gaga, Single Ladies, and 80's metal.)

I cannot get over how lucky I am to have been a part of this experience, to get to work with Colleen, who is one of the smartest and most talented people I know of any age. If I can accomplish half of what she has done, I will be thrilled. She is so kind, sensitive, attentive, articulate... I could compliment her for ages. I would not want to SM for anyone else. (And I have every intention of SMing for her next semester.)

Our cast, Molly and Will, who love each other very much, have been so generous with their ideas, their time, their commitment. The dedication they have to each other and this piece has been unbelievable. I have never seen two actors work so closely and so much to support each other and the piece. It's truly inspiring. I don't think I've told them that enough.

The crew, three Playwrights and two Adler ladies, were also some of the hardest working most enthusiastic people I have encountered in my weeks of tech here. They never complained, they did so many things without my asking, they tried to be busy and helpful as much as possible, they were eager to learn, they tried things they didn't want to do, and they were the most efficient group of people I've ever seen working an NYU show. Our show ends at 7:30 every night, and yesterday we struck in time for me to see a friend in a show at 8 at Playwrights. They were such a gift to an already blessed week.

Thanks to the timing of our show loading in right after Thanksgiving, our designers all wanted to get things taken care of before the break, and so we knew exactly what was happening with all of our design elements a week before the show loaded in. It was glorious. Our only moment of worry was when the fabric that was the primary element of our set did not arrive on time, but our genius set designer figured out how we could prepare for it when it did arrive, the day after load in. We lost no time due to a UPS/NYU housing issue but worked around it seamlessly.

We've set incredibly high standards for future productions in the Studio Theatre. And I couldn't possibly under any circumstances be happier with the way this week has gone. Not only was it one of the least stressful tech weeks ever, this was in fact one of the least stressful weeks of my semester. Due to the lucky fortune of our show having the space to itself (when it was supposed to be sharing with two others), we got out of tech incredibly early every night. I got sleep. I got homework done. I had a good time with my life. This week has been a party. And that party resulted in a really beautiful piece of theatre. And I got to watch the whole thing come to life, and see every performance. I couldn't be more grateful and full of love for these people I worked with. I'm absolutely devastated that it's over. But I wouldn't trade it in for anything in the world.

"When you die, you die forever!" Viva la Nat Fan club.

Monday, November 30, 2009

2.5 Hours Thinking in 30 Minutes Typing

The universe gave me the gift of a tech schedule that allows for significantly more sleep than I should be allowed to get during tech week, especially as a stage manager. But here I am, approaching 3 in the morning, and wide awake. I just spent the better part of the last 2 hours (or at least from like 12:30-2:15) having brain explosions and thinking both internally and aloud about my life and what it is and will become and has been in the last year and a half and in the last three and a half years. It's mind boggling and that's why I'm still awake.

I realized I had been spewing all these really complex personal thoughts at Joel, essentially just letting fly my internal train of thought monologue, largely without stopping. And I realized that must mean I trust him, a lot, because I haven't done that with anyone, anyone, in years. So of course as soon as I realized that, it scared the shit out of me. Having that level of trust in a person should be the most liberating thing in the world, but in that instant, and now, I suppose, it terrified me. I have always been a fiercely independent person, since the day I started preschool with barely a goodbye to my mother, and that has caused some problems in my family life. I don't like to be dependent on others, and so sometimes I push away or don't show as much interest as I should. Maybe I'm afraid of seeming to eager.

But why not be eager about life? I guess I just get freaked out when I think of the not-very-likelihood of long-lasting relationships of any kind. Of the people I have considered to be among my best friends in the last 6 months or so, only one of them is someone I knew before high school. And I hardly talk to anyone from high school anymore. I don't know how to operate on the level that those relationships existed on. They have remained suspended in time, in that moment, never to change and therefore never to surface again. I went home for Thanksgiving break and spent four days with my family. I didn't spend any time with anyone outside of the three people I am directly related to by blood. That was slightly due to circumstance and timing, but largely due to my nonexistent effort in making any plans to see anyone, especially people from high school, while I was home. I very much enjoyed my time with my family and of course my dog, and now I am happy to be back with people who speak my language and are attempting to navigate the same paths I am.

Yet as these last few hours have gone by, I've wondered about time. My life has been flashing before my eyes in mash ups of moments longer ago and more recent. I've been simultaneously experiencing my memories in both first and third person. That's really trippy and actually happens to me a lot. I don't know what to make of that. Sometimes I can remember emotions and they're incredibly powerful. Other times I just experience them as a movie, watching someone I know pretty well going through a situation I've seen. I've seen these movies before. But it's just that I've seen them, not lived them. And I come back to time slipping by without me having any way to mark the days and weeks and months that pass until suddenly I don't know where all the time between the end of August and the beginning of December went, including the last five days.

All this thinking and more has happened in Joel's company. I had every intention, when I got done with rehearsal, to simply fall into bed and go to sleep. But then I started getting stressed about acting class tomorrow and this scene I'm working on for directing, and so when I got back I just wanted to vent for a few minutes. Somehow a few minutes of venting about acting turned into attempted self-analysis of my entire world view/life/relationships, and now I can't shut my brain off. And once I at least shut off my mouth so Joel could go to sleep and I could just keep thinking things in my head, I realized I didn't feel better to have someone else next to me anymore while this was happening. I wanted to talk to Michael or Danny or Erich or Jack, the latter two of whom are not speaking to me, for whatever their reasons, and so then I got really freaked out about being so detached from someone I care so much about, who was right there with me. (I'm sitting on the floor now, by the way.)

So I arrive at love. Love is something I've had issues with ever since Jack left. I desperately seek it and am terribly afraid of it. I often doubt if I can experience it. Then I realized tonight, as I was thinking about how Joel and I came to be in a relationship, that I love all the people that I have a relationship with. I used to think romantic relationship love and friendship love were different things. I don't think that anymore. I'm not sure how I could think that after mid-2007, but I did, until just recently. (And I didn't realize that had changed until tonight.) Anyway, I have realized I must love people. I must love them, absolutely, if I am to be friends with them. This came up as I was thinking about how Joel and I, like many new couples, do not say "I love you." Saying those words is, for some reason, a big step in relationships in this society. Yet I say I love you all the time to people I do love, but am not as close with. And to me, it seems ironic, backwards, and ridiculous to not say I love you to someone I care about so much. In my previous two relationships, neither of which lasted more than 3 months, we always said "I love you." And I discovered this was because, whether we had a long previous friendship or not, we were both UUs, and came from a place where it is understood that we love one another. This is a crucial part of being in any sort of relationship with a person. And I can't believe anything else, even if loving all the people in my life scares me a lot.

Long thought processes like this are the kind of thing that gets in the way of my acting. Once I try to figure out one thing, it train wrecks into one tangent after another of impossible queries and curiosities I will never be able to answer. This is exhausting gymnastics for the constant left-right brain battle in my head. Let me tell you, if I ever figure out how to get those two up there in my head to work together, I will be the most unstoppable creative genius this world has ever seen. Trust me. I understand how awesome that would be. I'm working on it.

I posted a poem on my poetry blog earlier. It's from a little over a week ago, but I still like it.

Dear tech week gods, please don't smite me for still being awake. I'm sorry!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

(E)Strange(d)

I realized this evening that my ex boyfriend feels like a complete stranger to me. After we broke up, I shut off thinking about him as much as possible. Shortly after, I got back to school, and it was easy to focus on things that had nothing to do with him. But he's coming to visit NYC the week after Thanksgiving, and so we've been talking recently, since he'll be staying here for a while. And while we were talking tonight, I was thinking about what it will be like for him to be here, for us to actually see each other in person. It will be so weird. I feel like I don't even know him anymore. Not that either of us has necessarily changed so much that we're completely unrelatable people, just that he hasn't really been in my life (largely due to my own choices) these past three months. To think I was so close to him this summer and now he's coming here but I don't even really know him... it's weird. Really weird. I'm not really sure who the person is that's coming to visit in two weeks. He certainly doesn't fit into the context of the life I've been living since September.

I'll have to introduce him to my friends. I'll have to introduce him to my boyfriend. Oh, strange. It's always odd to experience people outside of their normal contexts. I saw Brianna once in St. Louis over the summer, and it was so confusing to see her outside of New York and school. This is like the reverse of that. I guess it kind of happened when Victoria and Sean came to visit, but I basically spent all my time with them that weekend and no time with school people, so it still felt separate. Nic coming to visit will no doubt be an integration of worlds because I'm still in school and in fact in tech, so if he wants to see me it will have to be in the context of people I know as my New York people. That's weirder than seeing teachers on the street (that clearly aren't supposed to exist outside of 440 Lafayette).

Right now I should be learning a monologue for an audition I have tomorrow. I've been trying to learn it but my head keeps thinking about this situation, since I just had a conversation with Nic about him coming here in like two weeks. I'm excited to work on my monologue, but it's almost 2:30 in the morning, and my roommates might not appreciate a loud angry voice while they're trying to sleep (Cassandra), do some awful pre-med homework (Afaaf), or mess around on facebook (Shea). I would like to say that I do in fact have more work than any of these people. Shea is almost always sleeping or watching TV/talking on the phone/chatting on facebook when I'm in the room. I think I've mentioned before that she only has class 2 1/2 hours a day four days a week. It kills me. I have that much class on any given Monday or Wednesday. And I also have classes Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Plus tech. And homework. And rehearsals. So please, people, stop telling me I can't possibly have a lot of work to do because I'm a theatre student. (Or because NYU is not an ivy league. *coughCARRIEcough*)

I often wonder what it would be like to go to college. I go to theatre school. It's a completely different beast. I only take two academic classes a semester, but I also have eight studio classes (nine, actually, because I'm retaking African dance for fun). I essentially have class from 9-6 on Mondays and Wednesdays and for a decent amount on Fridays. My days don't typically end "on campus" until 11 pm or midnight. Then I can start homework. I also wonder what it would be like to live on a school with an actual campus. This is not what I want; I wouldn't trade going to NYU for anything in the world, but I just wonder what that would be like. I am very aware that I am not getting the "college experience" really, other than living in a dorm and living away from home. (Plus, my dorm has a kitchen and a bathroom. So I'm totally missing out on some crucial communal facilities experiences. Darn.)

This was a really scattered post. I'm going to try to learn how to feel like a badass Spanish peasant woman now. Goodnight.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

[I Need] 16670 [Hours of Sleep]

It's essentially Friday, but my desk calendar still thinks it's Tuesday. I've literally been too busy to tear off the pages that mark the passing of days. I don't see the minutes slipping through my fingers, but suddenly entire months have passed. Where did September and October go? Hell, we're halfway through November. There's only like four weeks left in first semester. Early decision kids (of the class of 2014, wtf) have already started auditioning for the drama program. Why is time passing so quickly? I feel like I'm drinking in every moment and yet days, weeks, months, are just blocks of time that have disappeared from my future into something I call my past.

I am physically, mentally, emotionally exhausted. I have never worked this hard this constantly in my life. I have never been this committed to my work and at the same time felt like I am not giving anything as much attention as I want to. This whole semester is in fact an exercise in continuously attempting the impossible. It's thrilling, in the rare moments when I'm actually awake and conscious and my brain is functioning properly.

Saturday night will finally end three straight weeks of tech with the closing of 16670. I have lighting/sound designed in three different spaces, assisted/been assisted by three different people, worked for three different directors with a total cast of 14 people, and countless hours spent in booths or atop a ladder or in near-darkness. I haven't slept nearly enough. Even on the few nights when I have gotten 7 0r 8 hours of sleep, it is not enough to make up for the days I have. I'm doing incredibly intense emotional investment in a scene I'm acting in for directing class, and that takes so much energy that I feel like I've been running all day after I work on it. But there is much else to do.

I'm auditioning on Monday and Tuesday for a Tisch "mainstage" (they don't call it that anymore - now it's "Stage works" because we don't really have a main stage...). It's Fuente Ovejuna by Lope de Vega, and a company from Chile is coming in to work on it. I think it would be an incredible opportunity to work with interesting people, and to perhaps get to use some Spanish again, and of course to perform in something lots of people would see. Then the week after I'm auditioning with Amy for Tisch Twisted, a benefit for BC/EFA where girls sing guy songs and vice versa from the music theatre canon. I'm excited. We're auditioning with What You Own, which is one of the numbers in the show, and it's my favorite song in RENT. Hopefully it will work out.

My brain is now going to rest for hopefully 8 hours before it has to prepare for directing rehearsal, run directing rehearsal, spend two hours in form and content contact improv, work on a design project, do voice and speech work, see some shows, go to rehearsal... etc. And that's just Friday. Thinking about it makes my brain hurt more right now. Goodnight.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Halloween Musings

I love Halloween. Especially in New York City. I think it's probably the coolest day of the year here. More than Thanksgiving or New Year's. Supposedly it's about dressing up as someone you're not, but I think in reality everyone gets to be exactly who they are on Halloween. That confining sense of shame goes away for one day, and everyone gets to let the proverbial freak flag fly. Theatre people do this all the time, though not always in public (unless you're a college theatre kid, and then you are almost only weird in public). Someone literally dressed up as a garbage bag last night, and sat on 3rd Ave looking like a trash bag, and then jumped at people (i.e. me) and scared them shitless. All I need in my life is to be scared of trash bags in this city. Haha. But seriously. I saw so many amazing/ridiculous/hilarious/confusing costumes last night, and so many people being real. Not that I know what real means.

I didn't really dress up this year, actually. I couldn't really come up with an idea. Plus I was in tech all week. So I wore an old dance costume to the pre-Halloween party and some fake eyelashes and fancy make up to the post-Halloween party. It was fine. I had a good time anyway. I did ensconce myself in aluminum foil to be a burrito and get free Chipotle on Halloween.
That was a great achievement. Here's Joel and I, triumphant. (I know, really cute, right?) So at least I did do something ridiculous. And that burrito was so damn good.

Quick recap of this past weekend's schedule: Friday - studio until 6, rehearsal until 7, box office training until 9, party in Brooklyn until sometime. Saturday - Sleep. Brunch at 12:30. Run uptown to get clothes and homework. See The Winter's Tale at Playwrights, 4:30. Dress up, get burritos. Strike Ohio Impromptu (I assistant lighting designed), 9-11. Party in SoHo until sometime. Sunday - get up and to Brooklyn for church/Sunday school by 10:30. Go from church to load-in, arrive at 1, circuit until 4, with no crew. Fix paperwork until 5. Shower and eat food with Joel, try to do homework until 7. Paper tech. Back to circuiting from 7:30-11. Clean up the evil Moss theatre. Get home around midnight. Consider starting homework.

So that's all over now. I sort of am doing homework; I'm largely procrastinating by writing this blog instead. I'm delaying monologue work. Again. I had a great conference with Jessica on Thursday about what I think I'm doing in studio and how I can better facilitate myself as an actor so I can really figure out if I am or am not interested in acting right now. I think I am; I saw Hamlet on Thursday and I wanted to be doing that. I wanted to be in that show. I also had a lot of fun in class last Monday, so I wonder if I'm just not working on the right material for me right now.

The lyric "you'll never share real love until you love yourself" popped into my head a little while ago. It got me wondering about whether I do actively love myself right now. I remember thinking earlier today, as I was walking from church back to the subway station to leave Brooklyn how beautiful it was, and how much I love my life and how everything is going so well right now. I believe all those things, but I wonder if that equates to loving myself. How do I know if I do or I don't? It seems like it should be pretty obvious one way or the other, but I don't feel like it is.

I feel myself fearing commitment again, this time with Joel, but as always happens when I near anything remotely like a relationship. And this is more of a relationship than I've ever had before. But I think I'm starting to freak out about spending every day together, just because I haven't experienced it before, or at least not in a really long time. I am scared that I will hurt him to avoid him hurting me. It has happened before. And then it doesn't happen, I get hurt instead. I like him so much, and I don't want to screw that up, in any way, but I keep sensing myself wanting to do things that would cause problems so that I can have an excuse to run away, or he could run away, giving me the opportunity to I don't know what.

My sentences are getting non-comprehensive and I have work to get to. (Great combination, right?) Long day tomorrow. What else is new.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Breaking the Fourth Wall

Hey, October, what's up? I haven't posted in over a month!

I just had a really great meeting with Gerritt, my TA from First Year Directing. He and I really got to know each other when I crewed the show he directed first semester last year. During second semester I talked to him a lot about what a director's job is and how I could best accomplish that. Tonight we had a really productive conversation about my process as a director and figuring out how to find my process as an actor so I can decide if I'm interested in acting and just frustrated with it right now or if I'm actually losing my attachment to acting and want to focus on directing in the future.

During our discussion I made lots of discoveries, including that I need to use the logical side of my brain to set up tasks for my actor brain to do so it can be creative and discover a character. I approach directing very much from a perspective of figuring out what needs to be done at each moment to tell a story, and I know how to communicate that to my actors. I haven't quite figured out how to do that for myself. Gerritt helped me realize that while I know how to listen as an actor when I don't have text, I need to figure out how to hear as an actor when I do have things to say. Sometimes just having a sounding board is really helpful. It helps to have to articulate things, and also to have them repeated back to me. Gerritt's very good at, "What I'm hearing is..." which is incredibly useful to me.

So. While my artistic identity crisis is by no means solved, I think it has resolved itself into something far below crisis status. It is a question, a quandary, a curiosity, but not anything I'm worried about finding an instant answer to. I have ways to explore now. That's good enough.

THERESA McCARTHY is my second year mentor!!! I love this woman so much, I want her to adopt me into her family. She was one of my acting teachers this year, and always had helpful advice about how to work on my acting process. (Despite any above evidence to the contrary.) My understand is that a second year mentor is there to help you when you feel like you're drowning in work and life and stuff, and to perhaps help figure out ways to answer your questions. I'm looking forward to meeting with her in the next week or so and getting her acting perspective on the question I talked about with Gerritt today. She's incredibly smart and talented and kind and generous. There is such an infinite number of resources in people and knowledge at Playwrights. I'm eternally grateful for it all.

I'm actually in tech right now for Grant's production of Ohio Impromptu. I'm assistant lighting designing, which tonight means focusing a few lights and running and rewriting cues. I love playing with light boards. I'll be in tech for the next two weeks after this too, actually, as a lighting designer again and as a sound designer the week after. So much technology. So little sleep. I love it.

Oh. And I have a five page midterm research paper due tomorrow. It's currently two mediocre pages long. But apparently I do my best writing at 2 am so, great. (I wrote a paper for this class at 2 in the morning a couple weeks ago, and got an A with the only criticism being that some of my sentences were too complex to be easily understood. Awesome. Haha.) Sleeping? Not so necessary for my life tonight.

One more thing - there's a pretty wonderful guy in my life right now. It's a blessing, in a life that's already going pretty darn well right now.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Brain Explosions (Are Awesome)

It's Saturday. I've been up since 8:30 even though I went to bed last night at around 3:45. My body only likes to sleep late on days when it doesn't have time.

I'm back in the swing of things now; we had a regular full week of classes this week, with studio Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and my Modern US Drama and Intro to Gender and Sexuality studies classes on Tuesday and Thursday. It's a full schedule, but I'm managing to find moments to sit and be centered so that I don't lose my mind. The way the NYU bus schedules work out, I frequently get wherever I need to be about a half an hour before class starts so I have time to just sit and think, or not, for a while before I ask so much of my body and brain for the next several hours. Frequently I leave my building around 8 in the morning and don't get back until more than 12 hours later, which is a shame since I have such lovely roommates in this beautiful room, but I'm still very happy with my days.

My studio teachers are remarkably intelligent and ridiculously intense. They're all incredibly dedicated to the education of all of the PHTS students, but of course, I haven't met a teacher at PHTS who isn't. It's great to continue to get to know more faculty, to say hello to first year teachers in the halls, and recognize more and more faces as I get to know both more upperclassmen and the first years. Sometimes thinking about the sheer number of talented people crammed into two floors of 44o Lafayette street gives me the chills. I also had this overwhelming moment the other night when I was walking home, probably from Tisch, and looking around realized how people live absolutely everywhere in Manhattan. There's apartments on top of practically every store, restaurant, etc. in the whole city. I started thinking about how many people are in such a small space, and thought about it for too long so it started to blow my mind.

Lots of things lately have been mind-exploding moments. Despite what we had been led to believe at the end of last semester, PHTS put the second years into new groups for first semester of this year (go group B), and the people I'm working with, all but one of whom were not in my group last year, are all very smart and creative. Many work in ways different from my own and I know I have a lot to learn from them all, and I'm excited for that opportunity this year. We all get to keep pushing each other in new ways, and this year it starts immediately, because we've already had the preface of first year.

I'm continuing to discover differences between first and second year, though they seem quite similar on the outside. Our list of classes looks quite like that of first year, but with II instead of I after the title. Yet the approach to those classes is remarkably different, in a really interesting way. Much of first year is spent developing this working language of the studio, where we have certain ways of interacting with one another and approaching our work. Eventually, we start to develop a shorthand with our collaborators, sharing the common experience of teachers and methods within our studio. This year, with that all already established, we can move right into the work, and that's incredibly exciting. I'm so refreshed by the sheer volume of creative stimulation I've been getting over the past week. It feels so good to be back in conversation with so many people who understand things in a way similar to me, and can at least understand the way I articulate myself, even if that means I say I'm feeling orange and sticky. (Which I'm not. Right now I feel more like bright green and smooth.)

Earlier this week, I was at auditions for Colleen's show, Tongues, which I'm stage managing (I hope I've mentioned that a million times before, but I feel like I haven't said it enough). The first night I just ran the table (and seven people showed up in the span of two hours), which was kind of dull, but the second night, I spent nearly three hours behind (or adjacent to) the table in the audition room, watching about thirty people audition, seeing some really interesting choices and some really dull ones, some very bold but bad (or bold and good) choices, etc. Colleen and I obsessed over how to pronounce the word jewelry. (It's joo-el-ry. If you want to see the IPA, let me know. It can happen.) The whole experience was educational both from the perspective of learning how an audition is run, learning what I look for in an audition (and therefore thinking about how I should focus my auditions), learning what makes things more or less interesting, the list goes on. This week we'll be having callbacks, and then we'll be cast, and then things will really begin! This may be Colleen's show, but I think I'm probably almost as excited as she is.

I went to a dance call for a PHTS dance-based piece earlier this week, and it was so wonderful to be really dancing again, even if only for a little bit. I miss dance classes so much, and that is one thing I'm a little bummed about at studio this year; they took away the dance option for first semester. (Instead we are all required to take form and content contact improv, which I can tell will be amazing, and I'm looking forward to all it has to offer me, but it's not a replacement for dancing.) Last night I went to open calls for PHTS shows, and hopefully soon I will be cast in something, can then schedule my other design project (we're required to assistant design on two shows this semester, and I'm already lighting designing one production), and have some semblance of timeline and order to my life. (It's a crazy dream for second year, I know.)

Earlier this week (Monday, which feels like an eon ago), I met with Jude, from First U Brooklyn, Ryan, the chair of the MNY district steering committee, and a couple friends to try to figure out how to get campus ministry up and running and I'm feeling very good about that progress. Also, Brianna and I are going to be teaching pre-k religious education this year, which is really exciting, because I always miss hanging out with little kids when I'm in the city. And hanging out with little kids + being at UU church + getting paid enough to be able to afford going to church every week (with some left over), is a win win win.

I'm very impressed with how well my life is going right now. And also impressed that I'm not really invested in finding a "relationship" at the moment, though the hot Australian who lives somewhere in this building and is friends with my roommate would be quite alright with me.

I must keep working. I am focused, I'm dedicated to my work, I'm keeping moving. Things continue to progress. It's all very exciting. Meredith and Nat are in town. We're having a picnic in Central park today. Yay. Off to adventures.

Oh. And last Friday I soundpainted. It's basically the coolest thing I've ever done at studio.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Back by Popular Demand

I'm back in New York! Classes start on Tuesday! It's been really amazing to see people that I love and connect with so much, in ways I can't really explain.

Yesterday I spent 8 hours talking to Colleen. Like it was ridiculous how fast time flew by. It was so great to finally get to talk in person again about studio, and religion and spirituality, and our summer journeys, and our plans for working together during the year, and Harry Potter, and Sweeney Todd, and IPA and dialects, and the millions of other interests we share. Colleen is probably the epitome of what I love about being at PHTS - people I can talk with about art in a language I understand, who constantly expand my mind and help me to figure things out, ask new questions, stretch myself, and keep working. PHTS and its people rarely fail to inspire me.

I've spent much of the last few days wandering the streets, reacquainting myself with the streets I'm thrilled to call home. The Gramercy area doesn't feel like my neighborhood yet. I still feel much more at home walking around Union Square and southwards, but I'm getting used to it up here. It's quieter, which I'm not sure I like, but which I am sure can be a good thing for me this year. I need to remember to remain centered, focused, disciplined.

I realized as I was talking with Colleen that part of why I worked so much harder on my directing project than my acting presentation was because with my directing scene, I was accountable to other people. I needed to be prepared for my rehearsal with my actors so I could articulate what I wanted, and have what they needed to move through the rehearsal successfully. I didn't push myself to the same standards when working with myself. So a goal for this year is to be more responsible to myself and not let myself off the hook when working alone. (I also plan to - and I expect will be forced to - work with others as much as possible, because my evaluations from my faculty last year across the board said collaboration will be a big deal for me.)

Wednesday, the first day of studio, cannot come soon enough. I'm desperate for classes. We don't get our schedules until registration, Tuesday night. It's insanely nerve-wracking. I've begun hearing about changes to second year, and I'm anxious to see how things work out, and to meet my new teachers, as well as reconnect with my old ones. I'm also looking forward to watching the process of the freshmen and reflecting again on my experiences last year while acquiring new knowledge and skills this year.

Aside from wishing it were Tuesday so I could be at my Modern US Drama class with Bob (!!!), things are really great. My roommates, Cassandra and Afaaf (happy birthday!), and I get along really well. They made French toast this morning for Afaaf's birthday, and it was delicious. Our apartment is all organized, and we're pretty settled in. I'll post pictures of the room soon. It's beautiful. I'm meeting people on the floor, which is already a big change from this time last year (that's kind of backwards, I know). Tomorrow we're having a floor potluck, and I'm interested to see how I do at being social with a bunch of strangers. I used to be really good at it, but I got much more introverted during high school. I think to an extent that's been changing in the last year, but I know I'm still frequently really stuck in my head a lot. I think a lot more than I speak, when I'm being serious.

Feeling the breath and energy of the city though has been a great inspiration to keep stretching my physical and metaphorical muscles. It feels good to be moving on my feet again and to be constantly surrounded by people, yet still be able to create my own personal space. Being in this city just always feels right. And having the gift of knowing that I will be here day after day for years is something I wouldn't give up for anything. I realized last night, too, that there are so many ridiculous circumstances that may exist in one's life as a result of living in this city. Those circumstances are absurd and unbelievable and amazing and ridiculous, and absolutely perfect. Life is silly and beautiful and I love it.

Slowly but surely I've been reconnecting with my friends here; Amy and Brianna of Blue have both stopped by, and I've spent time with Brandi on a few occasions, and of course much time has been spent with Christoph over the last three days. It's such a blessing to be among theatre people who are all curious and want to explore in a way similar to me. Of course, I could say the same thing about my UU friends. (Nat and Meredith are coming to visit in less than two weeks! Yay!)

It's been a little weird being away from my family after being with them so much this summer. Especially since my mom were together constantly for about a week when we drove out here, then to Ocean City, and went and saw several shows. (Quick notes: go see Rock of Ages to have a ridiculously good time, 9 to 5 closed today, which is kind of sad, because it was fun to see Allison Janney, Mary Poppins is fun, if 45 minutes too long and a little terrifying sometimes, and Chicago is awful and to be avoided at all costs, including free tickets.) It was fun to explore my new neighborhood with my mom though in this last week. She's starting to get to know her way around New York City pretty well (which I'm not sure she's glad about, but she loves me!).

I think that's about all for now. I'm pretty sure I finished my last summer assignment tonight, for Michael Krass of course. Look for an "Oh my god I'm back at studio!" post in a few days. :)

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Transcending or Missing Reality

Something I started in my notebook that I carry around in my purse:

We watched Tootsie in Grant Park tonight. As we were leaving, I stopped to use the bathroom, and so walked back to the car on my own, past Buckingham Fountain, along Columbus, looking at the skyline. And I realized I feel the same way now about Chicago as I did about New York right before I came home for the summer. I really love Chicago. I miss the skyline when I'm gone.

This summer feels like a dream. Like it seems totally separate from the rest of my life, stuck in a time by itself. This is strange, because New York seems like a dream too, or a movie I watched, but not actually something I lived, no my life. So I'm wondering what my reality is, if everything that's supposed to be real seems surreal, or fictional, or outside myself. If reality is our perception of our experiences, and I perceive the recent periods of my past as theatre, that I watched but didn't experience, then what is my reality then, but a fiction?

As I was walking tonight, I was blowing my own mind by thinking about how quickly things change. In 3 days I'll be in New York, in 5 days I'll be living in my new apartment for the year. I've got 3 more nights here in my bed, in my room that I grew up in, until I come home, maybe at Thanksgiving, maybe in December. This is identical to the feeling I had right before coming home for the summer, as I was spending my last few days in my dorm. Temporality always gets my mind spinning in circles until I feel like I can't see straight even when I'm just watching my feet moving forward on the sidewalk.

I desperately need to get back to school; I need to see the beautiful group of people that inspire me to do my best work and try new things and be ridiculous and serious and inquisitive. I haven't seen some of my best friends in essentially four months now. This whole situation is absurd. Either I'm in New York, with one group of friends, and loving all of that, but missing my Chicago life and people here, or I'm here and loving home, but missing New York. I thought maybe after I'd settled in at NYU, the feeling of being torn between two worlds would go away, but it doesn't really seem like that's changed, yet, at least.

I miss Nic. And I don't want to be 1000 miles away from him. And I can't wait to get back to school. I don't know how to deal with the things I'm feeling right now. I think things will be better once I get back into the routine of the city, and I can glean energy from the pulse of the streets that I'm itching to walk. I need to get away from here, at least for a while. And I suppose it's going to be longer than a while, but I can deal with that. It's just that right now I don't want to be tied up in the emotions of this place.

I think that's it for tonight. I'm trying to finish up my play reading for the summer so that I can read my last couple books of the summer, The Gospel of Inclusion and The Schwa Was Here (which is sort of the inspiration for my COW). Goodnight, blogosphere. Wow. My computer recognizes that as a word. I didn't expect that one. One more surprise for the day.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Inspir-Expir-Ation

It's turing out to be a truly productive and creative night. I've been knocking plays off my reading list (by reading them, of course), and I came up with an awesome idea for my COW project for the fall thanks to a conversation with Colleen. I've also been feeling poetically inspired tonight, and I'm composing some poems... they'll get posted on the poetry blog eventually.

The Troubles of Schwa, Angst in Sound
"Syllabic consonants are always trying to take my place!"

Schwa's got a tough life. She's constantly under appreciated by her fellow phonetics - she's barely even a part of the gang! Mostly she's only allowed to be involved when the less important parts of the story happen.

"Everybody knows I'm unstressed. It's just in my nature. But people seem to think unstressed means unimportant! They don't even notice me."

It turns out, Schwa's actually pretty stressed. People are never quite sure if they need her. It's like being a doctor on call, 24/7. How can schwa remain unstressed when she has to be ready to be thrown in any second?


I think I just made up a teaser trailer for my ten minute COW. Let's call that getting ahead. Go schwa, go! I'm kinda excited for this project, which is excellent, because I had just been speculating about what I might do my COW about, and this idea fell into my lap. Life is being good.

Regina Spektor's new album (okay, so it's not that new anymore), "Far", is definitely excellent. I finally got it today, and listened to it straight through. It's definitely cleaner-sounding than some of her earlier stuff, but it's less timid than some of "Begin to Hope" and I really like it.

Also I'm becoming obsessed with Sam Shepard and Joe Chaikin as collaborators. So good.

Clearly I am ready to be back at school and working my butt off. I'm half-manufacturing it for myself already. (Okay, so a reading list, another reading list, and a couple design projects are helping, but still.) Oh, this is gonna be a good year.

PLUS! Oh, plus! I've been working on campus ministry at NYU, because of course UUism is the other passion in my life, especially right now. I've started communication with the minister of lifespan faith development at the UU church in Brooklyn. His name is Jude Geiger and he went to NYU for grad school and was the president of campus ministry at NYU when he was there, so I'm really looking forward to my relationship with him. I'm really invigorated by the idea of creating something at NYU that might last beyond me, and at any rate will certainly have a positive effect on myself and others while I'm here. I'm also in contact with the YA and Campus Ministry consultant for the MNY district, Claire Sexton, who is a great lady really invested in YA work. Between those two and their experience, my experience, and the people I know and am getting in touch with at NYU, things are looking great. I found a grant to apply for through the UUA that would actually give me a budget and a stipend, which means I could be getting paid to do something I love anyway. I hope I'll be able to create community and strengthen faith in my peers this year. Hopefully, if I can do that with the campus ministry group, I will be able to spread my inner passions and faith and strength to the rest of my friends and life.

I'm so excited about this coming year! There are so many possibilities and opportunities coming to me this year, tons of which I don't even know yet. I do know I get to SM for Colleen on "Tongues" by Sam Shepard and Joe Chaikin, which is all about the voice, so we both love it, and I can't wait to see how it develops. I know I could quite possibly be light designing for a show that deals with a lot of issues that interest me, and I'm looking forward to really getting to work with lights beyond the rudimentary plot in the black box for class. I can't wait to work with color, tone, the transition from one mood to another, the space in between light and dark. My head is swimming with thoughts about the upcoming year.

My thoughts have just returned to the confusion I was experiencing at the beginning of the summer. I keep finding myself thinking more in the mind of a director or designer than as an actor. Perhaps that's because I don't know what my acting opportunities will be yet. I am excited about my acting lab class, because I know it will be intense and hopefully really inspiring. I know I can't know all the answers, but I need to figure some things out this semester to help me decide what I'm doing for the rest of the year and sort of the rest of school.

Time to get back to reading! At least it's a happy end to summer, despite some minor setbacks earlier this week. August is turning out okay after all.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Reality Beyond the Fourth Wall

This is my sermon, which I am giving at my lay-led church service on Sunday. It's a combination of a lot of things I think.

I’ve been coming to this church for over fifteen years. Over that time I’ve come for many occasions – celebrations, memorials, meetings, social events, and of course worship. We come here, to worship in this church, for many reasons. We come for community, for renewal, to seek, to find, to journey, to explore, to connect with something within ourselves and beyond ourselves. It is often difficult to put our spiritual experiences into words, because what we encounter in our sacred space of worship transcends basic language. Thankfully, however, our worship space creates a place where we can come together and share those experiences, with or without words, in community. We come here, together, as a unique living, breathing body, made up of individuals, part of the larger world.

No two people in any community believe exactly the same thing, and that creates billions of realities, a malleable common experience of this earth upon which we live. The religions of the world try to comprehend the common threads among those diverse realities, and Unitarian Universalism is perhaps the most embracing of the differences in our journeys. Yet there are many ways to explore the world around us. For nearly as long as humanity has walked the earth, we have created interpretations of what we see through art – from cave paintings, to sculpture, to literature, to dance, theatre, music, and film. Artists are simply trying to understand the world around them, and share their views with a community, an audience, the world.

Art and spirituality both have the power to transcend the mundane, surface meanings of words and events to help us understand universal human truths. They allow us our unique expressions of our individual experiences, yet works of art and acts of worship both aspire to form a community around a common idea. I have had transformative experiences sitting both in worship and in a theatre, or performing on stage. These moments create a feeling that defies adequate description - when I feel entirely exhilarated and at peace simultaneously. These are moments for reflection and exaltation, individuality and unity, moments to be grateful for simply being alive and being in this world.

I grew up in this church, through religious education and coming of age to YRUU, and I’m now an active part of the young adult UU movement. I have always valued the community I’ve found here in church, the chance to explore my ever-evolving beliefs in a safe environment. The people I’ve had the opportunities to work with, through district leadership, youth group, and now in New York and on the continental level really excite me about the work we’re doing in the world and the effects we’re trying to have. I want to spread messages of peace, hope, and love, through my spirituality and my art, and I’ve found this church as well as my studio environment at NYU to be great places to do that.

Coming into a room of theatre artists for the first day of rehearsal or the beginning of creating a new project is so invigorating for me, and I think for most artists, because it’s a chance to try something new, to create something from nothing. We’re free to try anything. These people have a creative energy and personal vibrancy that I can’t get enough of. Before we get exhausted from too much creating and practicing and revising, my theatre friends and I are full of a life and energy I experience almost nowhere else, that can’t be contained within us. We have to share our passions with the world.

One of the many beautiful things about artistic companies and spiritual congregations is that both can establish communities through their own creation, and those communities can be expanded through sharing their works with the world around us. We are our own stimulation, and our own growth tools. When we collaborate to speak together, as one voice of many voices, we create a work of art, and that art breathes, and has a voice, a spirit, a message, a purpose that it actively puts forth whenever an audience chooses to engage it. It becomes an active part of our world. There’s the beauty: art is everywhere, and its spirit is eternal.

A sermon’s topic or a work of art’s message speaks beyond its surface content. Part of the mystery of the spirituality of art and the art of spirituality is that these entities aren't about their intended topics. In the last year, I’ve basically been taught – and come to believe – that art is about interpreting what it's about. That's what makes it universal, that's what makes it fluid and eternal and omnipresent. And those qualities are what make it art, and make it spiritual. (That’s also what makes it difficult to do homework for theatre school, when you can’t simply sit down and solve equations – not that I’d want to – or read a book and answer content-based questions.) Our Unitarian Universalist faith doesn’t give us specific, concrete answers to the questions of our lives. Our fourth principle affirms and promotes “a free and responsible search for truth and meaning.” We are a community of seekers, interpreters, students of the world.

There is great freedom in our principles that allows each person his or her own search for an individual truth. This faith has many great liberties, teachings, and values and is invaluable to me, but like all religions, it is not perfect. It does not try to have all the answers, and instead says, "Go, and seek the answers for yourself," which I appreciate as an independent and curious person, but which I find hard to understand on a religious "This is how I explain my faith" level. Most religions try to put labels on everything so we can understand where we fit in with others in the world. But spirituality transcends labels to discover the truths in many forms that connect us all. At both youth and young adult conferences, the most successful worship services I’ve experienced have always invoked a feeling of a spiritually connected community more than focusing on some theological idea. Spirituality is vibrant in hidden ways, disguised in many names and faces of worship, community, devotion, exploration, and divinity, and I think that matters more than semantics.

Still, as a lover of writing, and of language itself, I would never devalue the power of words. Magic occurs when language is used to transcend our typical realities, creating a simultaneously unifying and individually exhilarating experience. A well-done sermon can give we who worship hope, a desire to learn, an aspiration to better ourselves and the world. Similarly, a brilliant work of art, whether written, painted, recorded, sculpted, performed, can inspire its audience to proliferate beauty, community, and creativity in their lives and the lives of others.

I turn to theatre because I don’t know how to share my world any other way. I need the lights and the sound and an audience so I can create my world for them, connect with them and share my understanding of this universe we live in. For me, theatre is a way to celebrate life, and the interaction of our lives. And what is life without our spirits? I hope, with my life in theatre, to be able to inspire the movement of other people’s spirits to find their lives’ callings.

Inspiration is a key part of any artistic or spiritual endeavor. It is both the starting place and an ending goal. Successful works of art and successful worship services both motivate people to affect change in the worlds in which they live. Inspiration also means breath – breath that begins and sustains our lives. Similarly, art and spirituality cannot survive without the breath of life – without inspiration, without some idea that is bursting to be expressed. An artist breathes life into his or her work. A minister, too, has to breathe life into his or her sermon’s message.

When a work of art is inspired, lovers of art can have a spiritual experience. As a theatre artist, I have the privilege and challenge of collaborating with a unique group of talented people who all have different insight into a single project with many elements. We all unite to breathe life into a vision. When the lighting designer and the costumer and the set designer and audio designer work with the director, who works with the actors, along with a whole slue of other production crew members, a community is built, of people working towards a goal that is greater than the sum of its parts. And then, after countless hours of hard work, despite lost sleep, arguments, and perhaps a ride through Manhattan in a taxi van with furniture sticking out of the side door, a show is born. That’s why, to me, each work of theatre is a miracle. It is a collaboration of many people, ideas, influences, and intricacies that creates a cohesive whole.

I see every show I work on as a gift both given to me and for me to give to others. Working with people who have an equivalent passion for their art, who also bring different opinions and personalities, fills me with excitement and inspires me to share my voice and vision. I’ve been lucky enough to also find, in this faith, people spanning the country who share my passion for healthy spiritual development, which I believe is a work of art in itself.

When we come together to worship, we bring with us our ideals, our hopes, our experiences, and a love for our community. In this sacred space, we search for answers to the questions of life, beyond ourselves, beyond this building, beyond what we know. As a faith community we come together to try to transcend the fourth wall and connect with the “other” that’s “out there”, seemingly disconnected from us and yet is an integral part of our lives. The fourth wall term comes from the theatre, the concept of the invisible wall that separates the audience from the stage and the actors. Actors, however, have to balance the function of the supposed wall within the play while still being able to connect past it to the audience, a vital part of a successful production. And just as performers cannot be disconnected from the audience, we as a community cannot shut ourselves off from the interdependent web of which we are a part.

The value, I believe, of both the arts and spirituality is their ability to transcend our differences and the worlds we think we know or are trying to understand to create new communities of people all searching for something in their own ways, with their own views. There is an art to spirituality and a spirituality to art. While we all look at the world differently and hold slightly (or vastly) different beliefs, we are all still seeking similar things – happiness, fulfillment, peace, success, love. And yes, our visions of what those things look like may, too, be different from those of our neighbors, but the journey is a little easier with a community to help us interpret our ideas, whether we are exploring the mysteries of the world through created performance or poem or sculpture, or through the expression of a sermon. Humanity has many questions and many answers and many realities, but we live in one world. And as the great master Shakespeare said, “All the world’s a stage, and the men and women only players.”

Friday, July 3, 2009

Suddenly/Finally/Okay

Thursday, July 2, 2009

7:19 pm

Somewhere on I-57, headed to St. Louis

I’m listening to music, reading Chuck Klosterman’s Killing Yourself to Live and occasionally getting distracted by the striking view out my window. I’m just in stupid Southern Illinois, a part of the country I’ve never given much thought, despite driving through it countless times. In my mind, anything in Illinois that’s more than ten minutes south of my house is nothing but cornfields and farms or new housing developments selling residences twice as large as they need to be. But right now, two miles north of I-74, I keep looking out my window at a mostly-overcast sky and dark green fields of corn stalks about three feet tall, utterly blown away by the sun creeping through the clouds. It makes it look like God or something like him/her is going to descend at any moment (possibly on something resembling a UFO) through the streaming light, sun rays shooting to the ground creating a cone of light beams from a central point where I presume the sun is, though I can’t see it .

At the moment when I re-noticed this incredible effect of nature (having pointed it out to my parents earlier), Finale B was on my iPod (on my shuffled playlist of the 350 songs to which I actually know the lyrics), and for an instant, something clicked. “There’s only us, there’s only this/Forget regret or life is yours to miss” the company sings, lyrics I know so well but usually hear in a theatre, or my room, or on a subway train, preoccupied by a homeless person or trying to figure out what the cute guy across from me is reading and if that girl next to him is his girlfriend. None of that today. Sorry, Chuck, as humorous as you are, this time the lyrics, combined with this fantastical sun-cloud opus, strike a chord in me. I realize (and this sounds ridiculous, at least to me) that I am… happy.

Now this feels like a rather innocuous/benign/mundane/so what kind of statement. But for me, actually being consistently happy on a day to day/ (mostly) moment-to-moment basis is not a state I can really remember since before junior high, at least. For the last month or so, though, generally speaking, I’ve been happy almost all the time. I’ve been reading good books, spending time thinking without feeling guilty for not working on a homework assignment, and enjoying the frequent company of my UU friends, which is no small feat as they span the distance between St. Louis and Milwaukee.

Having Nic especially in my life has been a really wonderful blessing. This year, on June 7th, the 2 year anniversary of the day Jack cut himself out of my life and effectively created a myriad of issues for my psychological well-being for the next two years, I wasn’t thinking about him. I went to church with my mom and Nic, and was just really happy to spend the day with people I love. I’m certainly not over my trust issues entirely, and I may never be. Yet with time and lots of help, things are definitely getting better.

It’s funny, my friends all told me I would “take New York by storm” (which makes very little literal or even figurative sense), and I would find some great guy there and life would be perfect. Don’t get me wrong; I never for a second regretted coming to NYU and NYC, I can’t imagine being anywhere else. Yet it wasn’t until I came home for the summer that I finally found an amazing guy. So while I love every minute of my NYC life, I still have to remember – my mom would probably faint if she heard me say this – New York isn’t everything. Now attachment I haven’t spent every minute of high school planning and figuring out every minute detail of makes me nervous. I’m okay with being attached to NYU, because by sophomore year I’d figured out everything I needed to do to get into NYU and I spent the rest of my time in high school doing just that. I didn’t plan for this relationship with Nic at all, so I don’t know how to maneuver it or what to expect. That is, like most of the best things in life, both incredibly exciting and extremely terrifying.

But, you know, I think life always needs a little bit of both.

The sun looks a lot prettier streaking through the clouds.

(As an addendum added today, July 3, let me just say that it's also pretty great that I know Colleen, because even though she's basically as confused as I am, we're sort of the same kind of confused, and at least she makes sense to me.) The end.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Musings on Purpose, Intent, Identity

I've been watching the Unitarian Universalist General Assembly (GA) over the past few days through live streams online. Several of my closest friends, including my boyfriend, are there, and I wish this year more than ever to be there with them, as I've gotten more and more passionate and curious and involved with the UU movement, especially at the youth and young adult level. Right now I'm watching the "Service of the Living Tradition" which is the service for the ministers of the UU Association (UUA), serving our congregations across the country, in Canada, and around the world.

As these ministers are honored for their lives' work or welcomed into the fold, I think of all the lives they have touched and will touch. I think about Nic, who wants to go into the seminary and change people's lives through his ministry, his kindness, his knowledge. And the more I think about it, the more I want to do the same. I want to have a positive effect on people's lives. I want to be life-altering and helpful for as many people as possible. 

For the last few days, I've been thinking that maybe I want to do that through the seminary. Yet as I've been thinking about that tonight, I think I've been forgetting that I believe (I think) that I can do that through theatre, through my art. That's why I love theatre so much - because I feel that my life is touched and I can touch lives by theatre.

I am religious. I am spiritual. I am a Unitarian Universalist. I want to touch lives. I want to be an actress. I want to change the world.

I think I think I want to go into the seminary partially because my friends have been talking about it; partially because I'm very intensely drawn to my faith right now, partially because I want to change the world, partially because I want to be at the heart of my faith community. But before I got so attached to UUism beyond its social benefits, I believed I could touch lives and change the world through theatre. I still believe that, and I need to remind myself of that belief.

This summer I've been more disconnected from the theatre world than I have been in years, and it probably feels more severe than it actually is since I was live almost 24/7 theatre at school. More than NYC I miss my studio friends and working on projects, creating something from nothing. To me, each work of theatre is a miracle. It is a collaboration of so many people, ideas, influences, and intricacies. I learned that more this year than ever before, and I know that experience and knowledge will only increase over the rest of my life. Collaboration I think equally excites and terrifies me.

Perhaps my artistic identity "crisis" is really just a reconfiguring of who I am. Last summer, I mused on my identity after packing up thirteen years of public school into one cardboard box that is still sitting in my room next to my desk. I looked at that box, and thought, This is my life as I've known it, in this box. For the last ten years or so I've thought of myself as someone who excels academically and is connected to and understands this world through theatre. Yet in the days before I left for NYU, I thought about how everyone I was going to school with would be just like me in that respect. I needed to find more in me to distinguish myself as an individual while I entered a world of my peers, of people I expected I could finally relate to. (And, for the most part, I can.) 

At this very moment I think I am coming to the realization that perhaps my faith was an aspect of my identity that just hadn't come into full vibrancy yet. It certainly is shining now, adding itself to my passion for theatre and learning. I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge and understanding, and I find both theatre and religion as an outlet for those curiosities.

I am eternally grateful for the people that have touched my life, most of them coming to me through theatre or church. I have shared transcendental experiences with them; feeling the same sitting in both worship services and in a theatre as an audience member or especially on stage. It's a feeling I can't quite describe - when I feel absolutely exhilarated and at peace simultaneously, my blood pumping steadily in my veins through every inch of my gift of a body. I've had such opportunities to experience this vibration, with such incredible people that somehow manage to touch my soul in a single instant.

Something I've been contemplating for some time, though I couldn't say at what point it started, is temporality and impermanence. I think about this time last year, about less than a year ago when I didn't know 90% of the people who have been most influential in the last year of my life. I have always had my parents, and my brother (well, once I was a little over three). For several years, I have had my DYSC friends. Yet this year, I was blessed with new beings. There are so many incredible people, both teachers and students, at my studio, like Colleen, with whom I continue to find I have more and more in common. There's Michael, who isn't at PHTS, who graduated, who I understand in ways I wish I couldn't. There are new UU friends. There's Nic, who I thank the stars for every day. I wonder how they will continue to create tiny shifts in my path as I try to navigate this life. I wonder what impact I have on them, what fingerprints I am leaving on the web of life. Everything changes every instant. Minutely, so often invisible. Sometimes I spend so much time thinking about time that I literally get lost and don't understand what I'm thinking. I wish I better understood time, or had the patience for quantum physics.

For now I know or at least believe a few things. I have time. For now, I explore. I keep learning (as I always have, and always will). I don't expect to know and understand everything about myself right this second. I don't have to make definitive decisions. Life is not definitive. Everything is not extremes, black and white, on and off. There is dimness, and brightness. There are shades of gray.

11:11. Make a wish.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Blessed Be

This post might have a lot or nothing to do with God. (Slash the universe/creator/destiny/etc.)

I've been reading my friend Colleen's blog a lot lately (I almost said religiously, but that would have turned into a really bad pun). She's spending the summer working A/V crew at a religious (Presbyterian) retreat in North Carolina, and I've been fascinated by her updates about her spiritual musings and journey and so on, which of course got me thinking about my own.

In case somehow you're reading this and you didn't know, I'm a Unitarian Universalist. UUism came from the merge of Unitarianism (an outgrowth of transcendentalism and the belief in one God rather than the holy trinity) and Universalism (an older faith that is sort of what it sounds like in preaching what were then considered "universal" principles of religion). UUs are the more liberal cousins of the United Church of Christ (UCC), the Methodists. I have an uncle who is a UCC minister, and from what I have gleaned from his sermons, Methodists are like UUs who specifically call that force of the universe "God", rather than calling it the "Universe" or the "Bigger Forces" or something like that.

But anyway, my point is that Unitarian Universalists (and I've been one all my life) have many names for a generally-understood concept (notice I said "understood" not "believed). Yet in comparing my experiences of "worship" or that creator/universe/god with those of my aforementioned friend Colleen, I realized that when I attend "worship" services and have a general idea of what I want to worship (though I don't define that entity as "God" specifically), I'm not sure that the church services I attend are "worship." I find them spiritual, yes, and energizing and uplifting in most cases (at least when they are successful services), but I'm not sure they are necessarily worshipful of that which I revere.

So then I was thinking about what I would consider worshipful behavior, or what would make for a successful worship service, not just an hour sitting in a church singing and listening to a theological lecture (which, while stimulating and usually engaging, is rarely worshipful). I think the conclusion I have come to is that the services I go to in general are interesting and intellectual, but not worshipful. So much of the UU community is composed of adults who have found this faith away from the religion in which they grew up and find freedom in the principles that allow each person his or her own search for an individual truth. This faith has many great liberties, teachings, and values and is invaluable to me, but like all religions, it is not infallible. It does not have (nor does it pretend to) have all the answers, and instead says, "Go, and seek the answers for yourself," which I appreciate as an independent and curious person, but which I find hard to understand on a religious "This is how I explain my faith" sort of level. UUism doesn't make it easy to explain things, even when you think you know the answer, and I both love and hate that.

That paragraph got slightly tangential. Returning to my thoughts on methods of worship, I think on my personal level, worship comes from two places, each equally powerful. On some occasions I create my individual worship, which I experience and enact on my own terms in any place I choose (a church is a good one, but not necessarily more spiritual for me than a silent theatre or, occasionally, a walk through NYC). On (unfortunately) rare occasions, I happily find myself among other UU young adults in a circle worship with moments for a silent meditation that is at once solitary and unifying in the silence. I find meditation very worshipful, because it allows me to reflect upon that which I believes deserves worship, the most fundamental elements of existence and the universe that in their simplicity create all the complexities of the world.

I appreciate the chalice (I have three in my room, one made by me, one a bridging gift made by Victoria, and one a college gift from Meredith) for its simple flame that signifies so much in our faith, and for its little spark that I can contemplate endlessly. When I get my chalice tattoo (soon, I hope), it will be a symbol of my lifelong faith, my journey that continually changes like a burning flame, but like the ink flame on my skin, will never die. The chalice reminds me to slow down and contemplate, to truly appreciate the beauty of this earth, this life, this existence in this space that is ever-minutely changing, thanks to the creatures in it, and the universal spirit that created it.

Words and labels are only that. Spirituality is deeper. It is vibrant in its intangibility and disguised in many names and faces. Colleen grew up Christian (with experience in many denominations). She worships God, believes the stories of the Bible. I grew up Unitarian Universalist, the daughter of a Methodist mother and a Jewish father. I learned a whole lot of traditions involving God, but I worship the universe as creator. Still, when I read Colleen's thoughts about God and her relationship to Him and His teachings in her life, I find myself agreeing with a lot of what she says. And I find that's where there's a difference - religion puts labels on everything so we can understand where we fit in with others in the world. But spirituality transcends that to something more universal beyond names to truths in many forms that connect us all. And I think that matters more that semantics.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

An Artist's Manifesto

Yesterday I started reading the collection of essays by Chuck Klosterman entitled Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs (this interrupted my reading of Tennessee Williams' Memoirs but I think he'll be just as (ir)relevant in a few days). Anyway, Klosterman calls his opus "A Low Culture Manifesto," in which he discusses society at its best and worst, and how it is influenced and influential in the viscous circle of life, through the lens of the mundane yet hyperreal. As I've been reading, I've been thinking about what people think about, what makes them think, and how conceptions of the world I live in have come to be what they are.

Let me clarify that I do not intend to presume that I know all there is to know about the conceptions of my world; I'm not sure I know all of my own conceptions, and I cannot pretend that the ones I recognize are in any way static. Fluidity is part of the point of life, I think.

So as you probably know, when I think about life and the world, I think about art. I find art to be the greatest form of unique expression and at the same time the unifier of communities large and small. I believe it is a basic necessity for living, for surviving, which is different from existence, which is pretty pointless if you can't find meaning, and to me, meaning is art.

Thus I think about the term "art" itself. If I say, "I like art" to the majority of the population, that means I like paintings that are framed and hanging in museums, reprinted millions of times over and hanging in housing developments across the globe. And then there's the "performing arts," the field I say I'm in when I'm applying for scholarships or looking for jobs, but really what's the difference? Does not a painting perform, instigate an interaction with its viewer, a medium between artist and audience, one time and another? 

Perhaps one may look at The Mona Lisa and say both, "This is art," and, "This is an inanimate object." I have come to believe that both cannot be true. Whether a painting, a sculpture, a theatrical performance, a concerto, or a paper towel wrapped around a pencil, if it was created with intention, in my book, it's art. And that art breathes, and has a voice, a spirit, a message, a purpose that it actively puts forth whenever a passerby chooses to engage it. Therein lies the beauty: art is everywhere, and art is eternal.

Art is not always aesthetically beautiful. I believe it is inherently beautiful through its intention of creation, but it may manifest itself in less universally harmonious ways. The United States' government was created with the intention of being separate from that of England and with voice given to the people, presumably with the hope of fairness, security, stability, and wellness for its people. Of course I realize this has not always been a successful endeavor (see the years 2001-2008 for example), but I believe the core vision of this government is beautiful, a work of political art (and I don't mean propaganda, like Mao's big posters).

I believe something out there created me, created humans and relationships. I haven't figured out that purpose yet (if I had, I guess I'd be Buddha), but I have faith that there is a purpose, and that faith allows me to believe that individuals are works of art. Granted, I sometimes have a hard time believing that of some people (see the year 2001), but it is a truth that allows the world to look a little brighter in my eyes.

Part of the beauty of the art that is humanity is that each world view is unique. No two people believe exactly the same things, and that creates billions of realities, a malleable common experience of this earth upon which we live. The beliefs I'm currently expounding is perhaps more optimistic than my usual world view, but I think my inherent truth is perhaps more enlightened and perhaps also therefore more optimistic than my daily drudging self. And that's okay. Nobody can wear rose-tinted glasses every day.

Chuck Klosterman says in a footnote about Billy Joel's song "Laura" after interviewing him, "Obviously I can't argue about the meaning of a song with the person who wrote it. But I still think my interpretation is more interesting than his truth." And here I deviate from much of what I agree with in Klosterman's postmodernic-societal crusade. I certainly agree that one's interpretation can be much more interesting than another individual's truth. And sure, if Billy Joel says his song is about something, that's what it's about--but art isn't about what it's about. Art is about interpreting what it's about. That's what makes it universal, that's what makes it fluid and eternal and omnipresent. And those things are what make it art.

Monday, June 1, 2009

"You Deserve Beauty"

I've been reflecting a lot the past weekend on community, faith, responsibility, spirituality, relationships, my place in my world. There are so many different groups of people I'm involved with and have attachment to, and those people seem to be continuously spreading themselves further across the globe. I'm finding it difficult to figure out where I fit within these different groups, and who I am as a constant among them.

I'm having a little bit of a theatrical (and therefore life) identity crisis this summer; after my final presentations for studio and my critique with the faculty, I found myself feeling more passionate and accomplished about my directing work than any acting I had done this year.  I've always considered myself primarily an actress, and I came to PHTS with the intention of learning about all aspects of theatre, but with the goal of using that information to inform my acting abilities and approach. I also took a great interest in lighting design this past semester, and the longer I work in theatre, the more I seem to be taking a backstage approach to things. One of my acting teachers even told me I approach my acting like a director, thinking about the effect on the audience rather than on myself. My dear friend Colleen, who is a year ahead of me and encountered the opposite situation says I shouldn't worry too much, because the first year is very directing focused, but second year gives you a lot more acting opportunities. I guess in the meantime I guess I'm just thinking more about why I do theatre and what being a part of theatre means to me, from more than just the standpoint of an actress.

I also had a long conversation with Victoria on the way home from Con this weekend, and we spent a lot of time talking about our involvement and responsibilities and the oddities of being a part of two different faith (and other) communities during the year. I realized during the discussion that what I have very much missed while at school was being accountable to people, taking a leadership role in some formal capacity. I am a natural leader and as such acted as the organizer and leader of my studio group of 15 this year, but by 3/4 of the way through the year I was burnt out, because I was doing everything myself. It was hard to give it up and watch some things fall apart, but I was exhausted. Still I realize I function best when I have projects I'm working on, and communities of people with whom I'm trying to accomplish a common goal.

This year was quite a journey in trying to figure out my spirituality and my community in a new place. I visited a few UU churches, and Carrie and I seem to have found a home at 4th U on the upper west side. Since con we're both energized to really gain involvement in our new district and start campus ministry groups at our school. I've come to really appreciate just how energizing it is for me to be around UUs on some sort of regular basis, and I missed that this year. My involvement with the youth movement in my home district served a lot of fulfilling purposes in my life, and I need to find a way to establish that in New York.

On top of all this, I've been thinking about relationships. (Well really, when in the last 2 years have I not been thinking about relationships?) Today in particular I was thinking about the fact that the 2 year anniversary of what was my doomsday is coming up on Sunday. The time has kind of flown, really. And I think it's starting to take a back seat to some other things, at least on the outside. I know it still has some fundamental effects on how I interact with people, and I'm fighting that as much as possible, but there are still some trigger phrases that cause little freak outs on the inside, and I still miss him very much. But I'm trying to figure out who I am now, that is not who I was then. I'm thinking about the many significant relationships I've forged since then, and how they've evolved, disappeared, come back, faded, changed, and so on. There's a lot of people I never knew I'd know who play important roles in my life and in my daily thoughts, and some of them really don't know how much they mean to me without even talking to me. I feel like in the last few years I've become really internal and maybe I need to express outwardly more, but at the same time I have a contradictory fear of talking too much, which is something I used to always be guilty of and still have to combat on occasion.

Attached to all these thoughts about relationships (and this is on a basic non-sexual level) is trying to figure out what I think about love, because I think more than anything else, my understanding or definition of that concept has changed radically in the last 2 years. It seems to have become much more spiritual and at the same time more fleeting than in the past. I think I think about it in much more complex ways than I used to, and that makes it easier and harder and more painful and more exhilarating all at the same time. I'm a natural pessimist (one of my best friends has no shame in telling me) but I do try to believe in hope (it is my middle name, after all), and love, and the possibilities of peace and progress and the beauty of life.

That's all for now I guess. Believe it or not, I think this is the simplified version of what I'm thinking about this summer, and I'm reading and creating and growing and believing and doubting, laughing, loving, and living out loud.

[[Deepest love to the Fire Cat gang (Nic, Victoria, Meredith, Nat, and Carrie), and to those I wish were reading this, but with whom I have some things to work out first.]]