Love L8trs
Love L8trs is a show that evolved in 2004 when I had one of my bouts of self-recrimination after running into an ex-boyfriend on the street. I started to wonder about the different reactions we have when we see an ex, or when we're reminded of the ex, and that the reaction usually has more to do with the way the breakup happened and where you are in life when you see them than anything else. The conceit of the show is, "What would you say now, with hindsight as your guide?"
It came to me rather quickly that, for a one-person show, 3 reactions, three Love Letters from Later, would present a nice range, and take about 45 minutes. Plus, I like trilogy. Pretty quickly, L8tr Rage, L8tr Regret, and L8tr Reflection made themselves known to me- mostly because I've had the first two and hope despeartely to have the final one.
Add a beginning and an end, slide in some of my favorite spoken word pieces, and voila! a show exists. I began writing, and premiered it as a staged reading at the Weston Art Gallery at the Aronoff Center in late April or early May. I didn't even finish the third vignette, instead winging it in an attempt to freestyle (Mr. Mabrey), and relax in the process of creation (I can be a little uptight when it comes to my art).
It was fun, but when it was done, I moved on and am just now getting back to it. I want to finish it so I can start writing other shows that are clamoring for release. Seeing Cynthia Hopkins' Must Don't Whip Um at the Wexner Center for the Arts in Columbus last week gave me a great example of the possibilities and fluidity I can employ. Plus, I've been wanting to work with Matty Slaybaugh, and I think staging this would be fun to do with him, especially because I trust him implicity with understanding my monologue.
I've got to get weirder- let myself stop being so vanilla about things. And I've got to pull another head into this to finish the script. Mr. Mabrey was supposed to be looking it over, but his career is taking off and, to be sure, he barely has time for me. I write about this now to signal to the world that the process of me bringing this work back out of the dust is happening, and to make myself accountable for finishing it. I've shown my work to a couple of people and not gotten a response. I must get more accustomed to sending it out, and more accustomed to rejection, in order to develop the writing into the kind of habit necessary to justify grad school. This is Year of Living Naked stuff, but also taking it ot the next level- Living Abandon. I've got a few crazy plans up my sleeves, and they involve power moves, burning bridges and making waves with likeminded individuals. This is the press conference.
It came to me rather quickly that, for a one-person show, 3 reactions, three Love Letters from Later, would present a nice range, and take about 45 minutes. Plus, I like trilogy. Pretty quickly, L8tr Rage, L8tr Regret, and L8tr Reflection made themselves known to me- mostly because I've had the first two and hope despeartely to have the final one.
Add a beginning and an end, slide in some of my favorite spoken word pieces, and voila! a show exists. I began writing, and premiered it as a staged reading at the Weston Art Gallery at the Aronoff Center in late April or early May. I didn't even finish the third vignette, instead winging it in an attempt to freestyle (Mr. Mabrey), and relax in the process of creation (I can be a little uptight when it comes to my art).
It was fun, but when it was done, I moved on and am just now getting back to it. I want to finish it so I can start writing other shows that are clamoring for release. Seeing Cynthia Hopkins' Must Don't Whip Um at the Wexner Center for the Arts in Columbus last week gave me a great example of the possibilities and fluidity I can employ. Plus, I've been wanting to work with Matty Slaybaugh, and I think staging this would be fun to do with him, especially because I trust him implicity with understanding my monologue.
I've got to get weirder- let myself stop being so vanilla about things. And I've got to pull another head into this to finish the script. Mr. Mabrey was supposed to be looking it over, but his career is taking off and, to be sure, he barely has time for me. I write about this now to signal to the world that the process of me bringing this work back out of the dust is happening, and to make myself accountable for finishing it. I've shown my work to a couple of people and not gotten a response. I must get more accustomed to sending it out, and more accustomed to rejection, in order to develop the writing into the kind of habit necessary to justify grad school. This is Year of Living Naked stuff, but also taking it ot the next level- Living Abandon. I've got a few crazy plans up my sleeves, and they involve power moves, burning bridges and making waves with likeminded individuals. This is the press conference.