Disappearing Act
I was walking down the street with – she’s not my mother, but she’s a mother figure. She’s about 65, and we ran into this other friend of mine. And this friend – he’s a lovely person. And he looked …
I was walking down the street with – she’s not my mother, but she’s a mother figure. She’s about 65, and we ran into this other friend of mine. And this friend – he’s a lovely person. And he looked …
The end of love is ugly, exhausting, boring. The same arguments over and over, hangovers from crying, nose full of snot, sick of yourself, sick of them. Running over your mistakes, theirs. Dividing clothes that used to share drawers. Hating …
You could say all theatre is experimental. When a person takes their seat, they don’t know what’s going to happen, not really. Somebody could forget their lines, somebody could trip and fall, a truck might crash into the side of …
Marie Brassard’s a bit quiet, I have to lean in. She’s small, wearing a tight black dress. She speaks in a rhythm. She talks about sea creatures with ears, conceited starfish, and how music was made. The film that plays …
Just because we’ve wrapped up our production of The Gay Heritage Project doesn’t mean there isn’t anything left to say. One of our Artists in Residence, Aurora Stewart de Pena, saw the show on opening night and came to us …
One of our artists-in-residence, Birdtown and Swanville’s Aurora Stewart de Pena, was in the audience for PIG on opening night and after some time, has this to say. If I hear the word “Wellness” one more time, I’m going to …