I was honored to be cast in my friend, Louie Podlaski’s one act play, “Age of Social Consent.” It was produced by Everyone’s Theatre Company, Inc., and was directed by Billy DeMetsenaere. I played the role of Erin, a woman suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder who is haunted by a particularly painful event in her life involving her teenage daughter. The role of Erin’s daughter, Dana, was played by Katie Guy.
I was thrilled when the show earned awards from the Theatre Association of New York State (TANYS): Meritorious Award in Direction to Billy DeMetsenaere, and I received Excellence in Acting.
Actually, the role seemed less like acting and more an element of catharsis. It helped to release pent up emotions and resentment, allowing me to voice things I wish I could have said in other situations. When I first heard about the play, I could not wait to see the script, and when I did, I saw myself in Louie’s words. The situations may not have been the same, but the emotions and the reactions to the words of others was dead on.
Thank you, Louie, for Erin’s words.
Thank you, ETC, for the opportunity.
Thank you, Billy, for the guidance through the journey.
Thank you, Katie, for being a companion on the journey.
This 16 minutes meant so much to me on so many levels, and I am grateful.
The TANYS Festival 2014: Much Ado About TANYS was so much fun! A weekend of theatre productions, the awards banquet, and catching up with people across the state in thespian fellowship made it a weekend to remember!
Board Members and Actors from Everyone’s Theatre Company
Ladies of the Board: Everyone’s Theatre Company
Playwright Louie Podlaski of “Age of Social Consent.” Sadly, neither our director nor my castmate could make it to TANYS as they were performing in other shows elsewhere…break legs, Billy and Katie!
Larry just happened to be wearing a tie that matched my costume!
And it is always a pleasure to see Jeff!
It was a wonderful weekend, and I am thankful for being a member of both Everyone’s Theatre Company and TANYS!
Okay, maybe I didn’t RUN the 15K (9.3 miles), but I certainly did WALK it! And although I finished nearly dead last, I DID finish! And that is more distance than I have done since I used to walk home from downtown Buffalo if I missed the last bus…when I was 17! At 52, five kids, and a “few” pounds later, I never would have dreamed that I would be in any kind of race, let alone finish a nine mile trek in just under three hours.
But I did it.
A year ago I was preparing myself to do my first 5K ever. On that day in June, I remember crossing that finish line, huffing and puffing, and nearly falling over. People caught me and held me up from collapsing, handing me bottles of water to help re-hydrate. I learned a lot since that first race about hydration and pacing myself and NOT eating dried prunes beforehand! I was better prepared in August for the Zombie Run, “Push Yourself” in October, and “It’s a Wonderful Run” in December.
Yesterday was a new challenge for me with trying long distance…but that 15K was the dry run for the half marathon I have yet to accomplish in June. All I want to do is finish, even if I walk the entire way, and even if I end up dead last.
This is the map of elevations which outlines the HILLS we were running/walking yesterday! I am thankful that the half-marathon is on relatively flat ground… but I survived these hills! What helped at one point when I heard the thunder of the herd coming up behind us was taking the focus off myself and trying to cheer them. The walkers had left 45 minutes before the runners, and at about 8:30 or so, they caught up to and passed us. As they went by, I clapped and cheered them on, which took my mind off the hilly road I was climbing up. And they cheered me, too! It helped to motivate me and kept me progressing forward. Just before they started gaining on us, I was feeling like I might not make it after all. I didn’t realize the steepness of the terrain, and my legs had been used to mall walking to get my practice in. Seeing all those people running by, many of them my age or older, and even some folks I work with, kept me going. I called, “See you at the finish line!” so I knew that I had to follow through. I do try to keep my word as best I can at all times.
That finish line was the most beautiful sight I’d seen all day! Jeanette and I were both so tired, but we kept each other moving toward that goal! For the last hundred yards or so, we ran hand-in-hand, telling each other that we were going to make it…and we did! When I finished, sweaty, sore, with swollen hands (I had to look it up online to make sure there wasn’t anything wrong with because I got scared…it’s called hyponatremia), I was just so thankful to have done it!!
When I think of where I was in December 2012 (absolutely no exercise, eating tons of high fat and high “bad” carbs, and smoking over a pack a day), I am so proud of how far I have been able to come. Am I a svelt size 8? Nope…and probably won’t ever be. But that is okay, and I am still smoke-free. Even if I never get to single digit sizes, I am far healthier than I have been in two decades, and nothing else matters.
It’s also ironic that this week’s Artist’s Way challenge dealt with strength! This is me showing how strong I am becoming!
Last year I made huge strides in completing four 5K races. I never placed in the top percent, but I finished every one! So that’s 20K…just 1K shy of a half marathon over four races.
So this body has done a half marathon already!
Well, at least that is how I am convincing myself that I can do this! My friend, Jeanette, and I signed up and are going to make a go of it! And who can resist the logo of “Wine, Women, Walk, Run”… wine? I’m in!
I have to admit that I have gotten a bit lazy this winter. It has been a freaking tundra, and I have been pretty much hibernating. With spring on its way (I HOPE), I plan to get out to train for this marathon.
I am going to take Jeanette’s advice and use the Walt Disney World Half Marathon Training Program. All I have to do is get my ass off the couch to get started! I will begin with following the training program on Tuesday (in three days), but in the meantime, I will get out and do some prep-walking. I already know that fully running the half marathon is out of the question, but interjecting some light running into my program will help me to finish the race before the sun goes down!
Incorporating my Tuesday/Thursday 30 minute sessions as my Nature Days as I continue to work through The Artist’s Way will be a great blend of both. My weekend extended excursions can be built into my Artist Dates. I can go someplace that requires lots of walking, and I’ll take a pedometer to make sure I get the proper number of miles in for that weekend. Warmer weather will be a great help to keep me getting outside into the fresh air… sub zero temperatures have done nothing but make me hide almost all winter!
One thing I am grateful for is that the half marathon is on relatively flat ground!
It’s along the river, it’s scenic, it’s on the Canadian side… no negatives that I can see!
So I think we are going to make a girls’ weekend of it! Saturday hang out: shopping, casino, dinner, then Marathon on Sunday!
Sounds like an awesome way to start the summer! Can’t wait!
So for this week’s Artist’s Date, I spent the afternoon at the Rochester Memorial Art Gallery (MAG to Rochesterians). I was excited to learn that there was to be a concert on the Italian Baroque Organ because I LOVE how the music echoes off the marble walls and fills the place.
Today we were treated to a concert played by Ivan Sarajishvili of Norway who is a doctoral candidate at the Eastman School of Music.
This is the Baroque Organ, complete with a couple of detail shots.
However, I really want to share something that happened in the Gianniny Gallery of European Art (1600-1700).
I’d been going through the entire museum waiting for something to grab my attention that might have something to do with this week’s theme of Recovering a Sense of Possibility. One of the exercises from this week is to examine the following question: Am I self-destructive? Do I avoid my creative self, hiding behind all the other things I convince myself that I SHOULD be doing so as to not look selfish when I really want to do things for my soul-self? I do admit to shying away from what I have been told are great ideas because I am afraid that the result of the idea won’t be as great as I hope. I give people a synopsis of my book ideas, and they say, “Wow! I’d read that!” but I have yet to complete the novels. I want to…but I get held back. That was part of my reason for wanting to join the ladies in our group with following The Artist’s Way.
So back to the Art Gallery.
Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched? We all have, right? Isn’t it a creepy feeling, especially when you look around to see who’s there and there’s nobody in sight?
That’s how I felt in the Gianniny Gallery today. I was looking at the paintings one by one, and I had the feeling that someone was staring at me. I even walked into the next room to see if anyone was lurking, but anyone who was around seemed to be absorbed in their own art-viewing. So I went back to the gallery to continue…and I felt it again. It was then that I noticed that as I walked past a portrait, the eyes seemed to follow me. I first noticed it with Portrait of Eva Bicker by Dirck van Santvoort. I backed up till I was on the right of the painting, noticing that the eyes seemed to look into mine. As I locked eyes with the portrait and moved slowly across to the left side, the eyes seemed to move with me!
And then the freaky part happened.
This particular gallery is filled with mostly portraits, unlike the other rooms at the museum. As I walked through the room, EVERY portrait was looking at me. I stood in the center of the room, and each time I turned, the pictures locked eyes with me. I moved to another part of the room, and the same thing happened. I tried another part, and again, I got the staring contest from every single portrait. It was beginning to really creep me out. I took out my iPad to start taking pictures to prove I wasn’t insane.
Here is Portrait of a Young Man in an Armchair by Rembrandt. This painting was in one corner of the room. I took the first picture while standing on the left of the painting, the second standing front on, and then last from the right side. In each case, the eyes are looking at me.
You will see the same in all of the following:
Maes, Portrait of a Gentleman
De Vos, Portrait of a Young Man with a Dog
de Bray’s Child With Cherries
I zoomed in on the faces of the paintings to prove my point. I know that I had seen this phenomenon before in other pictures/paintings. This was different, though, because it was on all four walls and it was happening with EVERY SINGLE one of them! Paintings done by Dutch and Flemish artists in the 1600’s all converged in one room at the Rochester Memorial Art Gallery to stare at me in 2014. How freaking freaky is that?
We have all had the uneasy feeling when all eyes are on us. It’s where stage fright stems from… or paranoia. Sometimes being the center of attention is exhilarating, like when I am really in the zone on stage, or when I know that I am delivering an effective lesson in class. I know it’s a good thing because all eyes are on me.
Then there are those times of discomfort when I feel like all eyes are on me, but they most likely aren’t. Like when I know I have a stain on my shirt. Or when I say/do something stupid. Those are my paranoid times.
So what was the deal with today?
I did an experiment at the gallery. There was another couple in the room, so I asked if they would mind each standing in a different spot while I stood in a third spot. I said, “Ok…let’s all look at the Rembrandt. Is he looking at you?” They both said yes…even though both were in different parts of the room. All that while he was most definitely looking at me! We repeated the experiment with portraits from all four walls.
It would be the same if there were three, ten, fifty, or even one hundred people in the room. Every single person would be able to say that every single portrait in that room was looking directly at him or her at the exact moment that the paintings would be looking at everyone else.
Is that not freaky? How can not only one, but many inanimate objects be “looking” directly at one hundred people all at the same time?
I even made a video of the phenomenon… It was like being at Hogwarts!
So what does all of this have ANYTHING to do with possibilities?
Maybe part of my fear to complete my novels is because I am afraid of other people’s scrutiny. I certainly did feel extremely uncomfortable in the gallery. However, with the fact the everyone else in the room (well, the two others I asked to help me out with the experiment anyway) were also “under scrutiny” by the same portraits made me realize that while I may be feeling paranoid that I am the center of attention, it’s really not so. I had the feeling of being stared at, but those people had the same creepy feeling (once I pointed it out to them) that I did. We ALL felt like all eyes were on us when, in fact, it was only an illusion. Just like we delude ourselves into thinking that EVERYONE sees and judges everything we do. Because the discomfort of having other people’s attention can be very strong, especially when it comes to something I have created, I tend to shy away from sharing it. I give overviews, but when when someone wants to see what I have written, I avoid it.
Maybe those faces from nearly 400 years ago are looking at me as if to say, “Hey, what if Rembrandt (or any of the other artists) decided that he didn’t want to share us? Where would WE be then, huh? Get over yourself and just do it already!”
Well, maybe that’s not exactly what they may have said, but I think I get the point. I have to stop being self-destructive with my own creativity. I have to stop destroying my work before it’s even completed by keeping busy with other things. Okay, then.
I have posted a bit of one of my novels, The Red Brick Road, on this page, but I stopped because I began to get self-conscious until it is finished. I feel that there is so much that I need to do to make it better, and so I keep it all to myself. I do have the 50,000 words from the NaNoWriMo, but I have to finish editing them.
I just have to get over the uneasiness I feel when I share something…
I chose to read a book I’d always wanted to but never had before as my Artist Dates for a couple of weeks.
I think Jonathan Swift just might have put a temporary cabash on my blog posting. You see, I just read Gulliver’s Travels for the first time (an English teacher without Swift under her belt), and the whole satire on travel books has brought up some interesting points to ponder. I took my time reading it and underlining passages, and putting stars on pages (I am actually going to teach the book to my 9th graders beginning this week), and it got me thinking about Swift’s attitude about those who publish their exploits…like me.
If Swift was alive today, he would have a field day satirizing social networking and blog postings! There’s enough material on the world wide web that would have kept him writing indefinitely. It’s one of the main reasons for my not posting recently, despite my initial desire to share my working through The Artist’s Way.
I will say that I have actually only done a physical writing of the morning pages once. And I did it at night. However, I do find that the morning stream of consciousness while I am commuting to work is probably as eye opening as writing it down. And my ears hear it, so I think that what comes out has a tendency to stick better. Beyond that, Swift has me feeling trepidacious about sharing anything more at this point. His biting satire and obvious disdain toward those he saw as flouting their self-importance has prevented me from posting more about my personal discoveries through my morning “pages.” Huh. Go figure. Perhaps it’s because I have begun purging some stuff that I really don’t want to look at.
Some Artist’s Date he turned out to be! Weeks 2-4 themes are Identity, Personal Power, and Integrity. And I picked Gulliver’s Travels.
Irony at its best.
Reading other people’s posts actually inspires me to continue with my own work through the process. It’s just that nagging whispering in my ear holding me back at the moment. I think that because the novel touched such a nerve in me, it must be considered a worthy Artist’s Date…but one that is making me take a hard look at myself in the mirror. Or at what is mirrored in his pages. How much do I IDENTIFY with what I read? Do I misuse POWER? And what kind of INTEGRITY do I really have?
How much do I have in common with the ultra-polite yet pompous and cruel Lilliputians? Do I see some of their pettiness reflected in me?
How about a truly close scrutiny like Gulliver’s adventures in Brobdingnag?
And just how much of a Yahoo am I?
Thank God I read an abridged version that skipped over Swift’s Part III, the Floating Island of Laputa. I did a bit of SparkNoting because I wanted to see what had been left out of the text I am using for my students, and I think I would have been incredibly uncomfortable with that section!
Swift’s barbs poke at me all the way from the 1700’s, damn him anyway!
Well, if he upset me that much, this MUST be some work of art with which to be having a “date.” While my students probably won’t make any personal connections with his satire, they will at least have fun exploring the funny side of the 21st Century. They will be creating political cartoons, writing song parodies a la Weird Al Yankovic, analyzing TV satire like Saturday Night Live (the GOOD episodes in the 70’s), The Simpsons, and The Daily Show. They will also be writing short stories patterned after Swift’s style. They already had some practice with the New York Odyssey when they updated Odysseus’ adventures as “he” and “his crew” meandered about New York State from Troy, NY to Ithaca, NY.
Ok…so this Artist’s Date is actually going to lead to the creation of some art, although it will be by my students. I am creating the unit plan for them, so I guess I am still creating. That and a massive headache from thinking so much.
But, for right now, I guess I am taking another look at why I write what I write for all the world to see (HA! It’s not like I get that much traffic anyway…). I know I chronicle my adventures for my children to look back at one day when I am gone, complete with pictures and videos, so that they might think, “You now…Mom did some pretty cool stuff. We should do some cool stuff, too.”
Maybe that’s why all the folks published travel books in the 1700’s to begin with. And maybe Swift, who never traveled beyond England and Ireland, harbored some jealousy in not being able to do so and took his frustrations out in his novel. It’s human nature to ridicule the things we can’t do and secretly wish like hell we could. How very Aesopian of him!
Yeah…that’s it. At least the adventure sharing is justified.
Now that just leaves the burning questions about Lilliput. And Brobdingnag. And Houyhnhnmland. And I don’t even want to THINK about Laputa.
Okay, so I am working through The Artist’s Way with a group of ladies in the area…it seems like a great thing to be working on during this really freezing cold tundra we are living in these days. This whole Polar Vortex has brought crazy-cold temps, and even skiing is not as much fun because of it.
As much as I love hibernating in the winter with mugs of hot drinks, fuzzy jammies, a warm blanket and endless streaming on Netflix (OMG…BBC TV), it’s a really good idea to still the old creative juices now and again. Last winter I spent this time period working up a sweat and pushing my physical limits. This winter I am stretching the internal limits a bit.
So…I guess the way this Artist’s Way works is that, for twelve weeks, one works to get into the following habits:
1- Morning pages: non-focused purging of the mind each morning, ideally on paper. The goal is to write three pages every morning. Well, I get up at 5 already, and am out the door by 6 for a 30 minute commute, so that’s pretty much not going to happen. Since the idea is to purge the mind of junk before beginning the day, I am doing so verbally in my car while I drive. I already do a form of this after school on my way home from work…venting my frustrations before entering my sanctuary, so to speak. So now I am doing it twice a day…twice the purging is probably a good thing, anyway. Fortunately, with modern technology being what it is, I don’t have to worry so much about the folks driving next to me thinking I am a lunatic talking to myself; they probably assume I have a blue tooth. It’s no longer considered a one way trip to the psych ward if one is seen talking to oneself because it’s most likely they are using this modern technology. What a great cover for me!
2- An Artist’s Date: once a week, we are supposed to take ourselves out on a date alone to court our inner artist.
3- A Nature Walk: connect with Nature at least once a week. (During the Polar Vortex? Ummm… that’s not working out so much so far).
Here we are, then–Week 1: Recovering a Sense of Safety.
Our group was challenged to explore our Monsters, those nay-sayers and negative entities in our pasts that have had an influence on our creative selves. Ironically, it seems that some monsters decided to rear their ugly heads this very same week. As a result, I have been working hard to recover my sense of safety.
My morning “pages” have centered around my feelings of betrayal and renewed sense of violation from these “Monsters”, and it is true that purging the stream of consciousness verbally has helped. So did writing and deleting emails. Even though it took several days for the negativity to subside to something more manageable, it is synchronistic that this particular “Monster” attacking my creative expression happened to emerge during my first week of The Artist’s Way.
For my Artist’s Date, I went to visit a Balloon Manor exhibit that was held in Rochester this past weekend: a five -story representation of Jack and the Beanstalk created entirely from balloons!
From a five-story beanstalk to a life-sized “Jack” and his mother, every single detail was a balloon. Flowers, a vegetable garden, apple trees with birds and bugs and half eaten apple cores… the detail work was phenomenal. The entire Sibley Building smelled like latex! It was so awe inspiring, though, to see what the creative imagination can put together with simple materials. Absolutely fantastic!
To top the visit off, the Aerial Arts of Rochester was there to perform Jack and the Beanstalk on silks! I was glad to get to see Illy, Will, Kim, and Chris flying through the air, even though it is still bittersweet due to the fact that I shall not be able to do silks again. Damned injuries and vertigo! But I do have the memories of having tried ot to the best of my ability.
If you click on the picture of Illy and Will, you will see one of the video clips I took of their performance!
Week one was rough facing those monsters, but working the Artist’s Way will help me to tap back into the creativity. I have my NaNoWriMo book to finish!! 🙂