Dear Joan
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
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I Mumble the Body Electric,
or (i)Phone, (u)Phone
We hear an undeniably human voice. First a few. Then hundreds. Then thousands. Then all of the human voices in the world, all at once.
The Room
It is possible to imagine this room, because you have been in it before.
Future Perfect
It’s an experiment in placing the private in public, says the director—a device HE will learn to use well in the many years to come.
A Plastic Theatre
In the end there is not nothing. In the end there is endless everything.
The Sacred Something
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.
Oroonoko, Called You, An Essay in Three Acts : Gloss
Who goes with Caesar? A Drama in One Act SETTING The hold. A thick and layered darkness. A heavy odor […]
Blind Bats in the Belfry : Gloss
This raises the question of whether theatre pieces that engage with race as a concept should direct audiences towards particular kinds of arguments. And if there are inexplicit arguments about diverse casting and performance in this imagined piece, will they be evident to audiences?