April 19, 2011, 3:55 pm in quotes
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“I rebuilt my life without your apology” – The Naked Truth Project

April 18, 2011, 12:51 pm in public

The knowing

Just as I was leaving from tea with a friend today, something fell into place, and I recognized a recent pattern in my life on a deeper level.

The universe really wants me to understand something about death.

The cycle started in September when I flew off by bike going 25mph downhill with no gear, helmet or protection, striking three separate (and very hard) obstacles – and yet, all I had was a broken elbow (and a neck so out of whack it took my chiropractor 4 months of consistent care to admit how scared he was to adjust me the first time).

It continued very shortly thereafter with a depression that slowly, mercilessly degraded to deep, paralyzing suicidal thoughts.

And again with the death of my partnership, and again with revisiting the death of my relationship with my mother and some of the many unresolved aspects of that loss, and the compulsion toward bloodwork.

And again when after two days on them and still being atrociously sick, I, in all seriousness, really had to sit down and consider that the antibiotics may not kick in and stop the infection that was spreading from my sinuses into my eyes and, potentially, to my brain.

And now most recently in the form of a virtually instantaneous, intense and tender connection with someone who’s calling, which I have been (until now) puzzlingly fascinated by, is .. wait for it .. facilitating funerals.

I’m no stranger to close calls. I’ve had them most of my life. From getting run off the road by a semi with my dad when I was in second grade, to flatlining in the ER when I was 15, to breaking my back falling out of the air when I was 26, it seems like reminders of my mortality (and sometimes it seems my lack thereof) are simply part of what it is for me to exist.

Something is different, here, though. Something intangible, something I can just feel, something that caused my stunned and staring eyes to well when I recognized this pattern in the last 6 months of my life.

I feel like I’m stepping deeper into the knowing field, that place I touch when I can’t give myself credit for where the art comes from, and what fuels the deepest parts of my art is about to truly become my life.

And now I find myself inexplicably shivering cold, right into my bones. Intense. Jesus.

Breathe.

March 16, 2011, 4:49 pm in public

What to look for in a drowning person

Came across this post from last summer while admining and wanted to repost – some food for thought on psychological distress, as well. Drowning doesn’t often look like drowning then, either.


The Instinctive Drowning Response – so named by Francesco A. Pia, Ph.D., is what people do to avoid actual or perceived suffocation in the water. And it does not look like most people expect. There is very little splashing, no waving, and no yelling or calls for help of any kind.

Drowning Doesn’t Look Like Drowning

March 12, 2011, 11:09 am in updates
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Sitting at my desk, shaking my head, laughing my ass off. Life is such a fucking trip.

January 24, 2011, 9:40 am in updates
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Interesting distinction: Putting energy out toward anyone in particular, vs. putting energy out *away from me*.

December 28, 2010, 6:45 pm in updates
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Lesson learned: Long-term deeply discounted gimmicks + self limiting physically challenging business model = eventual financial disaster. I hope whoever made Groupon 5 grand for an hours worth of work mocking up my ad a year ago at least broke a nail or something.

December 23, 2010, 1:23 am in public

How art still saves my life

*** I started writing this as an email to my cast and crew, and realized it belonged here instead. ***

As the show approaches, and the meetings we have scheduled creep nearer, I’ve been thinking about what I have to offer. What, as a director and space holder, I have to contribute to the telling of stories and sharing of experiences on that subtle, transformative level I strive for in my directorial work.

The people involved in this show are so talented, brave, competent and focused. I’ve so rarely concerned over the acts and workshops themselves I can’t think of a single time I was stressing over just them. The show lineup is brilliant. It’s diverse, touching, inspiring, moving, hopeful, painful, intense, real, amusing – even if i simply put them on stage one at a time in an order, we will touch peoples lives.

Yet, I’ve been wondering how to offer what I’m best at while sensing a lack of cohesion. I’ve struggled with how to put all of these first class ingredients together with the rehearsal time we have and the flexibility we need to pull off both adaptations of the show. And, realistically, I have to be prepared for the first time I have all my cast in the same room being our tech rehearsal the day before the show.

I’ve had creeping doubts, thoughts of this beautiful project ending up feeling like pulling my own teeth. Without that meaty, psychological, deep running sound through the foundation, a show is not my show. It’s a string of acts I produce.

Though I trust myself and knew it would come to me, and if it wasn’t this time it would still be a good show, I’ve been fearing falling short of what I want to bring to this production as the first of Vita’s offerings I’ve committed to making my own. I’ve wanted to feel I was creating something, and mostly, I’ve felt like the producer and logistic herder than a creative director.

Something clicked today. The difference between a creatively fueling project for me, and something that is successful yet still feels simply like work, is a setting I can relate to as a facilitator that serves as context to work within.

For me, at least right now, the setting that taps what I have to say is the mind. The shows I truly create are ethereal, cerebral, dream like, symbolic, and rarely use dialog or MC’s. They create worlds, go beyond a theme, beyond.. something. Obsidian was a lovers obsessive fantasy. Another untitled show characterizes a tormented mans fractured inner world. A fantasy concept I came to involved multiple personalities in a single being. Simply picking a theme isn’t enough, even a theme as profound as how art saved these people’s lives.

Until today this show was taking place on a stage, with an audience, and now that I say that out loud, it’s no wonder I wasn’t feeling sparked and creative about it. Even the name of the show hasn’t been conducive to my creative process – had it been, I would have simply called it “Saved” or something.

“How Art Saved My Life” now takes place in a collective mind space. The show is an amplified illustration of the moment in time where you stare into a black hole and choose life. The setting is the mind, in dreamspace, plugged into the matrix, whatever you want to think of it. The stories told are amplifications, illustrations, depictions, of that moment, when art saved “you”, and the moments before and after it.

Now, I have an ensemble opening that will take 20 minutes to rehearse. I have a lifeline running through the entirety of the show, an anchor to attach to, and a point of reference to return to as it matures. The show order, while almost unforeseen this morning, is falling into place like an expert tetris level.

It seems so simple, but I truly didn’t know this about myself. I knew something was missing the last two shows I produced and I suspected it was a lack of telling my own story – but I’d performed in Summer Spectacular and I still felt.. thirsty. After Cheese, as much of a success as it was, I felt creative dehydration. I think I just didn’t have a formula for how to get the results I wanted, with the flexibility to include the diversity I wanted to include. And now I do.

This show is going to be fucking amazing. And all the god damn rest of them, too.

https://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/138852

December 21, 2010, 12:37 am in updates
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I have come to a decision to discontinue expending energy in contemplating how to fit into a smaller space than I have now. I sacrifice and contain myself enough.

December 7, 2010, 11:55 am in updates
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It’s amazing the instant calm a good solid mental connection can bring. After untold days of constant battering by emotional waves, it’s as if I found the off switch to the massive shitstorm machine in my little personal universe, simply by putting a 2, and a 2, together. It took days of focused agony and hard, hard work. Is life this fucking difficult for everyone else?

November 21, 2010, 10:49 pm in updates
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I am developing this weird habit of sleeping in my clothes, the last few months.

November 21, 2010, 7:34 pm in updates
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I am pretty certain there is nothing quite like that sinking feeling you get when you drop something important into a toilet full of buttleak.

November 4, 2010, 1:16 pm in updates
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It gets better, and you’ll like that it does, as much as you want to stay miserable at the moment. #tweetyour16yearoldself

September 28, 2010, 4:52 pm in quotes
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‎”Fear is excitement without breath.” – Robert Heller

August 29, 2010, 11:21 am in updates
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Feeling calm, elegant and nurturing today. Ahhhh.. The hard-won rewards are totally the best.

August 11, 2010, 12:54 pm in public
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I think ultimately, I question my motives out of avoidance. I would so rather be vindictive and evil than be this scared, lonely little girl.

August 10, 2010, 8:35 pm in public

How to be Alone

August 9, 2010, 3:33 pm in updates
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Imagining what you can learn about a person by eavesdropping on their bathing rituals… #bathtubthoughts

August 9, 2010, 1:44 pm in public

Acting like a girl

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michael-rowe/what-it-says-about-us-whe_b_671373.html

August 3, 2010, 8:23 pm in quotes
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The best things in life aren’t things.

July 27, 2010, 3:43 pm in updates
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just listened to “Please don’t” again – and realized that she was actually pleading to herself.