Everyone has the right to freedom of expression.
Article 19 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
My war refugee grandmother told me a story about passing books in secret among her neighbors when she was a young woman in Ukraine.
What are you supposed to be doing right now?
Probably not reading this article. I’m a distraction. I’m the kid your mom warned you about, the one who will keep you from doing what you’re supposed to do.
Stryker Theater, PIT NYC, image credit Peoples Improv Theater
The back wall of the Peoples Improv Theater (The PIT) in New York says in large letters: Follow the Fear.
Image credit: Blindfolded Girl by barnimages.com
The first review for the current run of my solo show came in a week ago, and it’s a problem for me.
I create content for clients as a creative director with a graphic design firm. And I create content for myself, and my audience, also a type of client, as a performing artist. For years my partner, both in business and marriage, has seen these two aspects of me as difficult to reconcile, and even more difficult to explain to that first set of clients, the set we share. Because I haven’t seen that difficulty, I had not seen the need to articulate how they can co-exist.
At least that’s what I told myself. That’s often the kind of thing we tell ourselves when we don’t feel like spending the time and thought it’s going to take to answer a difficult question.
Poughkeepsie looks out on a glorious stretch of water, two architecturally beautiful bridges and an ancient mountain chain. It almost sounds like San Francisco, doesn’t it?