It’s the end of my blogging week, and I want to talk (finally) a bit about time… How we spend so much of it waiting, making excuses, rushing around from unimportant (in the scheme of things) task to unimportant task – how we put so many wonderful moments on the backburner because it’s not vital to our day-to-day existences…
We’ve got to stop that nonsense.
Cason and I spent our final “Jane Doe in NY!” vacation day puttering around Park Slope – there was a wonderful street fair with plenty of good food and excellent knick-knack browsing to be had. The weather was gorgeous.
And the art was everywhere.
I need to stop getting sucked into my “Oh-my-God-I’m-so-Broke!” panic and remember to make more art.
I need to write more plays.
When I moved back to AZ (almost 2 years ago now – yikes!) it was never with the intention to stay as long as I have. I was unemployed, beat down, and depressed as all get out about my “Why can’t I just EMERGE ALREADY” Emerging-Playwright status. So I took my Arizona Sojourn as an excuse to hide out, lick my wounds, and heal.
Well, the healing has happened – it’s time for me to get back on the hamster wheel.
And that’s not to say I’ve been lazy – just the opposite in fact – I’ve been insanely busy. But it’s primarily been a producerly and survivalist sort of busy… I haven’t done a lot of writing or art-making of my own, and this weekend was just the right thing to help me refocus and get my sails back up again.
Because it’s incredibly validating when a theatre company reads your work and decides to produce it – there is so much involved in theatre making, it is a tremendous compliment to know that someone besides you and the non-producing back-clappers think your work is worthy of an audience. It’s why we write plays, after all.
There is also something incredibly inspiring about visiting a city full of artists fighting to make their art seen/heard/count.
We saw Fuerza Bruta this week and the sheer spectacle of the thing had my imagination spinning with possibilities – my playwright brain was in visual ecstasy.
I walked into shops full of hand-crafted clever arts and wanted to run home and start building pieces of my own.
I have really missed the visual and theatrical feasting that the East and West Coasts provide… and I am inspired to bring my reclaimed whimsy and dedication back home with me with a vengeance, now that the “licking-my-wounds” sojourn is over and I’m feeling the Muse stretch her wings again.
Thank you CAKE Productions, and thank you New York!