The Continuing Adventures...

So, theatre can't exist in a vacuum. unless it's a conceptual show and the theatre has been built to look like the inside of a hoover. ba-dum ch!

this last week got away from me. I was concentrating on making money via voice lessons and gosh-a-mighty, it's monday.

did i do any work on the play? nay.

did i feel good about that? nat.

did i build a theatre shaped like a vacuum? noom.

so no theatre was done this week.

poo-y.

BUT! here we are again. back in the saddle.

These were the things i came up against this last week in trying to understand putting on a show in NYC:

1. unless you are independently wealthy, you need to spend a lot of the day working. and, as a result, you have to spend a lot of time physically preparing to do the work: travelling, working, recovering, eating, working, exercising so you can live to be old, recovering, and going to the post office. or the bank. then, when you get home and think about art, you feel more like watching the art that others have made on abc. so the days escape and you haven't done the art.

2. nyc doesn't care if i do a show. it's all land-like and big and apathetic. it allows us to walk all over it. so, you know, that's comforting. i can live here as long as my feet can last, trying or not trying to produce my own work. nyc will still be here. comforting.

3. all i really need is money and a little ingenuity. with money, i can spend less of my day as the girl described in bullet point 1, and with ingenuity, i can get people in the seats and art produced. So, i'm going to finish the grant application this week. i'm going to submit it and get some cash. i'm going to spend one hour each day writing and planning. what venue should i rent for a reading? can i get equity approval for some showcase contracts? i dunno. i'll figure it out.

slow and steady wins the race.