here we are

And so we begin the uncharted explotions of the grotesque, random and beautiful.

I'm here to chronicle my various endeavors in the art of spontaneous theatre over the next few months. It's hard to say what this project entails exactly, but it will be theatre without theatre, plans without planning, whatever the heart desires so long as it doesn't require a ton of preparation. It's about re-examining the relationships between actor and audience and the role theatre occupies between its producers and consumers. It will be an explorative project using every potential environment and atmosphere as a canvas on which to play.

My first love, slapstick comedy, reminds us that we are all human and exist on the same dirt as everyone else, no matter how elite our mindset. Let's play with those same principles of simply being human and alive by redefining the everyday experience and the everyday performances in which we all participate.

But of course, who am I but one measly artist? What would matter about anything of this if it couldn't exist in some kind of community? So let's do it, kids. I invite everyone I know to celebrate their impulses with me and do such a project, or at least a piece, and let me know about it. Send pictures, videos, descriptions, postcards, teacups, bowling shoes, whatever you've got lying around telling me about what you did. Build those bridges. You'll have all the fame of everyone else on the internet. Hooray! 

and now, a poem.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

-Mary Oliver

so having set these lofty goals, let's kick it.