T.Y.A. InSight

Now Is The Time

2008-10-27T14:13:00.000-07:00

Now is the time to look forward to the future and what it will hold. I will quote from a not-so-randomly placed sample of graffiti that was stenciled onto a concrete column at an underpass/intersection here in Seattle. It sums it up quite nicely I feel.

The quote reads, "Vote your hopes, Not your fears."

Try to vote early if you can. Refuse provisional ballots, and pay very close attention to your vote and that you mark your correct box carefully and thoroughly or that your electronic vote appears and registers the correct choice. There have already been numerous reports from several states that the electronic machines were flipping votes of Democratic voters to Republican candidates. PAY ATTENTION.

Progressives

2008-10-02T08:57:00.000-07:00

Progressive- adj. 1 moving forward: going ahead by a series of steps [the progressive improvement of our city] 2 wanting, bringing, showing, or working for progress or improvement through social or political reform [progressive laws; a progressive senator]

—n. a person who is in favor of progress or reform, especially such a person who is involved in politics

More than ever, now is the time to teach our children the importance of this word. With all the crazy tumult, uncertain financial turmoil, fear, apprehension, anxiety; the young people around us, whether your own children, your students, your nieces, nephews, or whomever—these young people need understanding just as much as the adults do. We owe them as much. They don’t need to know the minutiae of economic collapse, of dwindling 401ks, of long lines at gas pumps, of panic stricken parents at the check out counter at your local grocery store. You want your children to feel safe—to know that things will be okay. That it isn’t something for them to worry about. But they do. And with our words of encouragement, we offer them hope. This little glimmer of something intangible that, overtime, manifests itself by the tangible things that we do . . . whether as an individual or as a community or, as we are experiencing now, as a nation.

And it is in this manifestation of hope that I am reminded of the true definition of the word progressive. What children need to understand is that this word, this idea, should not be something bad. It isn’t something to be ashamed of or scared of. It is that which nourishes hope for change, for a repairing of all the things that are terribly wrong with our society.

We should allow our children to dream of a better world for it is their world that we are ruining with our uncontrollable pollution, our deforestation, our poisoning of the air we breath and of the water that is the life source of this little bit of earth we call home.

We should allow our children to know that their ideas and their dreams may be just the thing that sustains us a little longer and that has the potential to guide us to a better world.

It is this idea of a larger dream, the potential for change that we can, and must make a choice to turn around our potential as a country and as a people and reclaim the respect and dignity we so richly deserve. We must take these steps, moving forward . . . progressing toward a common purpose of change . . . to do the right thing for not only those of us here now, but for all those who will come after us.

I had the opportunity to view pictures of a friend’s recent trip to Grand Tetons and Yellowstone Nat’l Park. There were no appropriate words to describe the beauty of some of those images. But what those images did for me was bolster my resolve, and renew my own hope that we won’t lose sight of what God or whomever or whatever higher power you might believe in has given us. I want my six month old nephew to have the opportunity to travel down a river in a canoe and see what has been wrought by nature. I want him to know what a polar bear is and not have to know this by only seeing it in a picture book. I want him to know that the sky is blue and not grey and smokey with pollution. I want him to be able to go outside and play in the sun feeling the warmth on his skin knowing that our atmosphere will still protect him from harmful UV radiation. And I want him to grow up knowing that no man or woman has the right to tell him when God or said higher power is about to destroy the world as we know.

I believe in the power of community to come together in times of adversity. I still get choked up watching “How The Grinch Stole Christmas” on television each year when the voices of the citizens of Who-ville rise up in song. I believe in hope. I believe in the potential of change . . . for the better.

In other words, I am a Progressive. I am proud of this fact. And I approve this message.

Post Script:

I encourage you to register to vote before the official deadline. Volunteer to work for your candidate of choice. Do your own homework when it comes to the facts. Please take advantage of early voting if necessary, or schedule time on November 4th to go to your local polling place. And please, be diligent about the documentation of your vote. Ask for a paper ballot when you can. Report abnormalities at your polling precinct--not only to the precinct captain, but to the press and to your local party headquarters. I stress all of this because of the outcome of the last two major elections and the proven discrepancies that occurred.

Perpetuation of the Preciousness of Children’s Theatre

2008-09-10T14:01:00.000-07:00

I was reminded of the lingering misconceptions and prejudices against children’s theatre the other day while sitting in a class I am co-teaching this semester. The class in question is a junior level class geared to teach fledgling designers how to work in a collaborative setting utilizing two differing scripts throughout the course of the semester. The first play the students will be designing will be HOLES by Louis Sachar based on his award-winning book.

We began the discussion by asking the students to share their initial thoughts. Some commented on the cleverness and authenticity of the voices of the young delinquents that feature prominently in the story—others about the pacing. But what made me grit my teeth was their unanimous agreement that it didn’t seem like children’s theatre. When asked to elaborate on their comment, the answer was that the story, themes and actions went against their preconceptions of what children’s theatre was or ought to be. After each of the faculty grappled with this in their own way coming from their own experiences, I felt compelled to give a bit of historical context and to thrash into oblivion their assumptions so that they might never again have need to ‘pre-conceive’ what theatre for young audiences is or ought to be.

What was exciting about this discussion was seeing an awakening to the vast potential that awaits them in the world of theatre filled with audiences comprised of adults, those comprised of children and those comprised of families.

It is the first time this class is utilizing a theatre for young audiences script and I will continue to expand upon the field not only with the students I will be mentoring, but to all the students and faculty as to the relevance and importance of our work.

But today, I was reminded of the pitfalls of our field when I glanced again at the production photo of Dallas Children’s Theatre’s production of Lily’s Purple Plastic Purse. Here, in all its creative glory, was a picture of three of the actors, portraying three of the primary mice characters, dressed in precious white mice costumes with big round ears made of terry-cloth. Designed, no doubt, as an homage to the illustrations in the popular children’s books; I could not be dismayed at the feeling that we just took a step back into the precious realm of pre-conception, children’s theatre of yore, of purple dinosaurs that dance and sing. Don’t get me wrong, there is a time and place for this type of theatre and all theatres produce this type of work (see my review of Seattle Children’s Theatre’s Goodnight Moon.) But it only affirms my own commitment to share with my students how tya can and is so much more.

The larger regional children’s theatre companies must by necessity craft a repertoire that engages all ages and affirms for the young parent, nay, even justifies that theatre and the arts are important to their children. I can’t help wonder though what would happen if children saw the same amount of theatre without the use of even one terry-cloth animal costume. Would their imaginations be any less developed? Would they suffer a lapse into preciousitess (that rare and inscrutable malaise brought about by a lack of cute, cuddly and cloying theatre?) I seriously doubt it. But being reminded of the preconceptions that still linger about theatre for young audiences, it is only natural to ponder these great mysteries.

I can only say for myself that I did not suffer from preciousitess—having experienced much theatre that was draped in terry cloth, velour, feathers and fur in my day. I survived, relatively unscathed; my psyche undaunted. I can only wish that there was a magic spell, a fizzing elixir that we could slip into the coffee and tea and soda of everyone that still believes that all children’s theatre holds talking mice, bean stalks and evil stepmothers in a land far, far and away.

Politics, The Art of the Possible

2008-09-10T09:49:00.000-07:00

For the last several months, I have been debating the pros and cons of voicing my opinion regarding the upcoming election for President in 2008. However, I feel that we, as a nation, have reached a tipping point. The title of this post is a nod to a lyric from Webber’s musical Evita. It resonates now, because I feel that as an advocate for children, the arts, and most importantly a well-rounded humanist and liberal arts education; I can no longer sit quietly idle while the maelstrom of the political race swirls around me threatening to spin our nation into a further spiral of doubt and despair.

The proverbial straw that broke the camels back was the announcement of Sarah Palin for Vice Presidential candidate for the Republican ticket. To say I was dismayed at John McCain’s record was a mere trifle when I heard his choice for VP and her record (if one can call it that) began to emerge. She was a diabolically clever choice by McCain and I immediately heard the voice of Princess Leia in Star Wars when she is brought before Governer Tarkin on the Death Star, “ . . . I thought I smelt your foul stench when I was brought on board.” The foul stench here could very well be that of Karl Rove, the poster child for the evil Empire of the Star Wars franchise or one for the Slytherins if you have a more literary bent. In either case, the choice stinks and we should all be concerned. Not that the Republican ticket will win on merit, but that the Democrats will lose due to complacency and the fact that the majority of Americans are stupid enough to buy into the GOP package that is cloaked in a thick fog of lies, deception and inherently insidious framing that will beguile and lead the witless masses to vote a certain way.

For those of us in the field of liberal education, the arts, or any that support and encourage the creative and intellectual freedom of children should be storming the walls of the fortress and rallying our colleagues in support of Barack Obama, the Democratic Presidential candidate. His education platform, although not perfect, lays the groundwork for a sensible re-tooling of No Child Left Behind (NCLB) which has been an utter failure during the last two administration cycles with the GOP in charge. It was doomed to failure from the start, but the Republicans mismanaged its implementation and guidance to the extent of allowing school districts all over the country to hemorrhage, not only from lack of funding, but the mandates set forth by the standardized tests required by NCLB.

Here in the Seattle area, we have a neighboring school district’s teachers on strike for the second full week of classes. At issue, more pay, and freedom to teach to their strengths rather than the dictates of NCLB and the standardized tests.

VP Candidate for the Republicans has a track record of supporting issues that go against basic civil liberties, the rights of women, gays and lesbians, marriage equality and has been proven to inculcate religion into her governance of Alaska. And most terrifying are the reports that she may have supported censorship in the libraries of Wassila, Alaska while she was Mayor. This alone should be enough to disqualify her from candidacy.

We need only look to the wise words of Ray Bradbury, author of Fahrenheit 451 when he cautions, “You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. All you have to do is get people to stop reading them.”

Let us all rally in support of a ticket that will support the people, not a privileged few. Let us support a candidate that has a proven record of community engagement. Let us support a candidate that will work to provide health care for everyone (we need only look to the Europeans in how this can be done effectively.) Let us support a candidate that will fight to end our dependence on foreign oil and subsequently help to ensure the children today have a sustainable world to live in tomorrow.

I believe, that as artists, we have the ability to see the potential and be change agents for a better world that can unite us. Our art, whether it is visual, digital, musical or performative, can, and does, allow the witness to understand the world and themselves and to see the potential in everything.

Get out the word! Be vigilant! Be compassionate! Be a participant!

In the words of Barack Obama, “Yes We Can.”

It’s Not Rydell High, But It’s Pretty Darn Fun!

2008-02-04T16:16:00.000-08:00

The recent Fall 2007 production of Seattle Children’s Theatre’s Disney’s High School Musical, was a euphoric trip down nostalgia lane, harkening back to the great innocent beach blanket musicals without the implied sexuality.

I admit that before attending the production I had been quite dubious as to what all the hype was surrounding this production. I had not seen the television movie or any iteration thereof and was aware that SCT was one of only a handful of professional theatre for young audiences companies that had been granted the rights to the production. The official national tour was on the road and would be hitting almost all of the major metropolitan cities over the next year or so. And heaven forbid that the Disney Co. allow someone else to produce a title they held the rights to, but the clever negotiating and reputation of SCT must have been enough to assuage any concerns by the Disney suits.

Overall, I was highly impressed. The large scaled production was as high a caliber as any large scale touring production with a clean, effective design, slick staging and choreography and a cast that was blessedly gender, age and ethnically diverse. The set design by in-house SCT staff member Edie Whitsett utilized the high-school gymnasium as the framing device with smaller flying and rolling set units that were used to delineate the smaller scenes. The cleanliness of the design aided with the fluidity of the staging by Linda Hartzell and choreography by Kathryn Van Meter. The knockout number by Ms. Van Meter had to be the “Get’cha Head in the Game” which required the male ensemble members to sing, speak and sign an extremely intricate number staged as a basketball warm-up and game. It was executed flawlessly and received a well-deserved ovation from the audience.

The cast, numbering thirty by my count, only utilized eight Equity actors. The rest of the enthusiastic ensemble was comprised of many younger actors, most of which came out of the SCT’s Summer / Young Actor training program. If this production were any indication, there are bright things on the horizon for future SCT productions.

The production featured several notable Equity performer from past SCT productions—Khahn Doan as the over-indulged rich girl Sharpay Evans and Jayne Muirhead as Ms. Darbus, the quintessential drama coach of the show’s fictional high school both recently seen in Sleeping Beauty and Goodnight Moon respectively. As Sharpay’s brother, Don Darryl Rivera nearly stole the show as the foil to his over-bearing sibling.

The evening I attended, Linda Hartzell shepherded in a small delegation from the Disney Corp. including the writer and composter. From my vantage point a few rows behind and across the aisle, they thoroughly enjoyed the production and were highly impressed with many of the performances not the least of which were the actors mentioned above.

After watching the show and really paying close attention to the audience, I began to realize why this production has received so much hype. It is, for all intense purposes, the Grease for the Generations Y & Z . There is an exuberance that is contagious with the waves of sound and energy in the larger group numbers. It is “Up With People” meets American Idol, meets Teen Beat magazine. But with the feel-good vibe and energy come some very important messages targeted no doubt to the parents and older audience members—‘exposure to the arts in any way’ as touted by Ms. Darbus, the drama coach; the disparity of funding between arts and athletics; the status quo; and the most important message shared by several characters in the show . . . ‘you have to allow yourself to risk’—these were and still are fundamental truths of growing up as a teenager and making it through the dark tangle of high school.

Each generation has a movie, theatre piece or film that speaks to their own teen angst. This is one such production. We had Frankie and Annette, Bye Bye Birdie, Danny and Sandy, followed by films like Sixteen Candles, Clueless, Heathers, Mean Girls and now, for this generation, we have Disney’s High School Musical. It may not be new material, but the delivery is fresh and for its time.

Defense of the Dark Arts: or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Imagination

2007-07-11T12:44:00.001-07:00

As the dog-days of summer arrive we are assured of several things, mosquitoes, heat-index warnings, summer blockbuster movies and the arrival of the seventh and alleged last installment of the famed Harry Potter series by author J. K Rowling. What would summers be without good movies to envelope us in the dark and cool auditoriums, our shoes squishing and squeaking over the remnants of popcorn and soda; or our local bookstores hosting midnight release parties and events surrounding the wizarding world of Rowling’s imagination? It’s a rhetorical question I’m asking because we all know what it would be like—unimaginative, with our brains languishing in the summer heat falling into a stupor with only the humming of the crickets or cicada (for those in the south) to lull our flagging humors.

This is an extraordinary aligning of events—the aforementioned movie and book releases. And as my inner-child began to fidget with excitement, I went back and reread the last five chapters or so of the Order of the Phoenix and pulled another waiting book off my shelf at home—Breaking the Magic Spell-Radical Theories of Folk and Fairy Tales by Jack Zipes, noted scholar on folk and fairy tales and someone whose opinions I quite admire. But after reading his essay from his new revised edition from 2002 entitled, “The Radical Morality of Rats, Fairies, Wizards & Ogres: Taking Children’s Literature Seriously,” I felt that I had something to say since part of this essay related to the Harry Potter franchise.

In his essay exploring in more detail the modern fantasy writer, Zipes cites examples from writers that he feels exemplifies the best in fantasy writing for young audiences. He summarizes for his readers the points that he make from another book of his Sticks and Stones identifying attributes of children’s literature all of which are valid, but for this essay, I will touch on just a few. He points out that , “Children’s literature is often class, gender and race specific even when it is not intended to be that way,”. . . That most readers of this genre would fall into, “. . . middle-class white America,” and that, “. . . books are expensive commodities.”

I think I would agree with him up to a point, but since his lens seems to be targeted at U.S. audiences only, it would be important to note that the Harry Potter books alone have been translated into close to 10 languages globally reaching untold numbers of ethnic groups.

He notes that, “To read critically and imaginatively is a long and arduous process, and though a child can be turned on to reading through one book or a series of books, the child will not automatically become and remain a good reader. What is a good reader anyway? Isn’t a good reader someone who learns to question what she/he reads instead of buying into it without reflecting on what she/he is buying and reading?”

Within the context of his essay, it sounds like he might mean to lay waste to the credibility of the Harry Potter franchise and even at the end of the essay, it is clear that he is dubious to the merits of the series or their place in the canon of great works for young audiences. I take issue with this for several reasons but primarily because it is clear that children do reflect on the nature of the story of the young boy that doesn’t fit in and is forced into a world or a situation that is foreign to him and not of his choosing—or the young bookish girl that is vilified by her peers for being too smart—or the son of a family that is considered “less-than” by others even though their familial unit is the epitome of wholesome, nurturing and loving life that many children yearn for. Their reflection and understanding that the world of Harry Potter is imagination and not real is clear, however appealing and exciting it may seem. We need only examine the efforts by the Christian Conservative organizations and other orthodox religious groups that gleefully mount their soap boxes to lecture the public as to the satanic messages found in the wizarding world and how the books will indoctrinate our children into a life of moral decline and devil-worship while off to the side can be found a group of young children who will merely roll their eyes and giggle to themselves at the silly adults who don’t ever seem to ‘get it’. They know. As do all the other sensible adults, parents and educators that these books, as do all of the great and wonderful works of folk tale, fairy tale and fantasy literature, give us metaphoric lessons about life, the human condition and ourselves. It’s really that simple.

Books are expensive, and the Harry Potter books with the exception of the first two, have been veritable tomes. If children wish their parents to buy them in hardback, the cost could range anywhere from $15.00 to the list price at some of the smaller independent bookstores, but even these businesses will often take a hit financially to get their customers in. Sure, they know that by doing this perhaps the parent or guardian will walk out with something for themselves, but they also know that they are building a base of repeat customers.

It was so exciting to see children buying the fourth book Goblet of Fire. I remember vividly their saucer shaped eyes as they would lift the largest book to date in the series. But these children would begin reading before they were even out of the stores. Some were just sitting and reading on the floor of the bookstores. It’s not every book that can garner this kind of excitement.

Zipes also gives his opinion regarding the evaluation of children’s literature as “Indicat[ing] no more and no less that certain markets and elite groups in America have determined that particular books are worth reading, and they have successfully marketed their products.” One of Zipes’ ongoing gripes with children’s literature is its commodification. This is certainly true and the Harry Potter books are a good example of this, but the end result, justifies the means, meaning that if you can get children to read and get them excited about reading, then it becomes increasingly easier to engage them in further reading. Maybe I’m wrong in this assumption and perhaps Zipes is correct, but that becomes a larger discussion to be had at another time.

The caveat to this argument though is that even books that have been awarded The Newberry which is this countries most prestigious award for children’s literature; these books are often denigrated by the Conservatives and even banned from some libraries. The most recent case being the uproar over the use of the anatomically correct term “scrotum” on the first page of The Higher Power of Lucky by Susan Patron this year’s Newberry Winner. Not only were parents outraged, but sadly, even some librarians felt the need to censor the book either of their own volition or from threats from their administrations or PTAs. This is a sad tragic state of affairs and one that needs to be addressed. Censorship and our children is a prickly issue that will no doubt continue but a cautionary tale that bares further examination. Perhaps we should throw Ms. Patron’s book onto the fire with all the Potter books? Or perhaps those of us, who really care, should buy extra copies and donate to libraries and schools that can’t justify to buy them for reasons mentioned above.

Zipes wrote his essay in 2002. At the time of the printing of the book, only four of the Harry Potter series had been published. The essay examines the Potter franchise but also compares it to writers and works that he feels are far superior—Phillip Pullman’s His Dark Materials, William Steig author of the Shrek books; Donna Jo Napoli that writes modern interpretations of classic folk and fairy tales and Francesca Lia Block writing contemporary fairy tales for teenagers. Of these, I am only familiar with a few, Pullman chief among them. And even though I agree that Pullman’s books are far more complex theoretically and thematically, I also feel that Rowling’s series will ultimately achieve a far greater place in the overall pantheon of children’s literature. As did the Tolkien books that were initially perceived as somewhat less than adequate when first published; they have since achieved a mythic status.

Zipes criticizes Rowling’s books (1-4) because the characters and events, “remain basically the same and repeat the actions and gestures in novel after novel.” He criticizes her treatment of evil as simplistic in this day and age. But knowing that only the first four books had been written, I wonder how Zipes will examine the overall journey of the young boy marked by fate to destroy the evil Voldemort or be destroyed himself. It is ultimately a hero’s journey in the style of Joseph Campbell. Not only does Harry grapple with the idea of vengeance, but what he must ultimately face within himself—the potential for evil. What will be revealed in the final book will undoubtedly show not only the young readers, but Rowling’s critics like Zipes that Harry’s journey may lead to the ultimate sacrifice of either himself or someone he loves. There were critics of Disney’s The Lion King when Simba’s Father was killed. Some parents felt that the images and manner of his death were too scary and too shocking for young children. The real truth is that we lived in a completely benign society. Until the Oklahoma City bombing and then the attacks on the World Trace Center in 2001 we spent the majority of our time looking through life through rose colored glasses. We sheltered ourselves and our children (and I will boldly state here that I am referring to white middle-class America) from grief, poverty, death and disease. The fact that Disney showed the death of Simba’s Father was an event that would shape the young cub to become a responsible brave adult. We can only hope that the outcome of the seventh and final Potter book will do the same without a hint of rose-colored glasses. Without anthropomorphized animal characters, the record of Harry’s epic discovery of self-identity becomes even more tangible to young readers. Visually, the film treatments have showed this as they become darker not only in their storylines, but also in the visual world of the art direction.

The books have become increasingly dark, with the stakes rising ever faster. The loss of major characters such as Harry’s Godfather Sirius Black; the death of Albus Dumbledore at the hands of Severus Snape have all lead the audience on an ever-increasing tension filled, emotional rollercoaster. I envy the young reader experiencing these books for the first time. As an adult, the effects and emotional responses resonate on a very different frequency.

I am eager to see the film, and will eagerly await the arrival of my copy of the last book. I will, like so many others, open the front cover with a bit of trepidation. After the emotional blow of the death of Dumbledore, and the rampant rumors of at least two characters dying in the last book, I enter the wizarding world with a sense of dread . . . and a sense of hope. It is this hope that drives the characters. A “fool’s hope” as Dumbledore might call it. But J. K. Rowling has given our contemporary children an iconic symbol of three young people who must grow, struggle and ultimately make decisions that will change their world forever. But they do this in their struggle for good.

Therein lies the hope and the lesson to be had—the ability for an individual, and in this case a young boy as protagonist, to lead by example facing his fears and playing a part in restoring balance in the world. The great mythic characters from literature and film of the past century have done no less—Frodo, The Pevensie children, et.al., Luke Skywalker, Lyra, Harry Potter among others. Let’s hope that authors keep writing these stories. The journey is part of the growing.

Magic In The Hands of Masters

2007-06-30T14:05:00.001-07:00

This post had inadvertently been misplaced. I felt I wanted to post it even though it was originally written in January 2007.

I have spent a considerable amount of time in my own career and certainly through this platform exploring and questioning genres of magic and themes that have, at their core, elements of magic and/or magic realism. It is perhaps because I spent my childhood years reading stories from the classic literary canon of children’s literature—works by Andersen, Grimm, Grahame, Tolkien and contemporary writers such as McCaffrey, Asimov, LeGuin, Cooper among others. It is this element of magic, of the dark mysterious unknown that draws me to these stories. It is this mystery that often compels a second read or tenth. And it is what intrigues me when a theatre company geared for children and families decides to commission and produce a large scale production that deals with magic in a society that spends an inordinate amount of time kowtowing to religious conservative organizations and political action committees bent on re-writing history and obliterating the marvel that is the childhood imagination.

In the recent production by Seattle Children’s Theatre, Linda Hartzell weaves a magical spell with her theatre’s premiere of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice—by playwright OyamO with music by Carman Moore. In brief, the story follows a young boy, Charles as he struggles to find acceptance and a place in his world. He wanders into a magical forest with talking flora and fauna to the garden of the Sorceress Marguerite. He asks for a job as her apprentice and with considerable persuasion is given three chores/chances to prove himself. Marguerite warns though that if he disappoints her, even once, that she will send Charles packing. Charles accepts this challenge, but because he is a head-strong young boy with ambition and attitude in abundance, his greed and arrogance begin to get the better of him. He is tricked by Jeremy Groundhog into pulling up spinach rather than weeds in the garden. He is tricked by the minions of Big John King, an evil sorcerer bent on stealing Marguerite’s magic—failing to deliver special herbs as directed by Marguerite. And in a final task to clean Marguerite’s magic chamber, Charles’ curiosity gets the better of him and he tries to use his untrained magic. The result is a magical deluge of streaming water from many sources within the room. Marguerite enters in the nick-of-time and puts all to rights. In her anger and disappointment she tells Charles to leave.

In his anger, Charles falls under the influence of Big John King. He agrees to switch out the magic stone in Marguerite’s turban that will weaken and diminish her power thus giving Big John the upper hand to rule over the magic forrest and land. Marguerite places the turban on her head unaware that Charles has snuck into her chamber to make the switch. Her powers falter and Big John makes his move in a battle of magic between the two sorcerers. At the last moment when it looks like Marguerite will fail in her struggle to defeat her enemy, Charles reenters and takes responsibility for his actions by finding the strength and his own magic to save Marguerite and defeat Big John King. Marguerite sees that Charles has taken a very important step in becoming a more responsible individual and appoints Charles as her official Apprentice.

In the usual high standards of the Seattle Children’s Theatre, this new production is a feast for the eyes and for the most part ears of its young audience and their families.
The designs, both scenic and costumes are by the designers who brought last season’s production of Sleeping Beauty to life—Carey Wong and Catherine Hunt respectively.
The set design is very similar to Sleeping Beauty and seemed to utilize many of the larger scenic elements such as the tracking “inner-stage” and several rolling pieces. What I love about Mr. Wong’s designs is his attention to detail—cut drops, flown pieces and the meticulous care in the props all help to create a visually stunning world. The same can be said for the imaginative costumes that, even from the back of the house where I was sitting, were obviously of great complexity utilizing many tricks of the costume technology trade with elaborate headpieces, built in armatures and wonderful use of textural and patterned fabrics. There is always a richness to the magical productions helmed by Ms. Hartzel. Kudos too to the lighting team for creating atmospheric lighting as well as the vibrant scenes that included musical numbers with movement and choreography. The lighting was also a great asset to the magic effects used throughout the production.

The music was some of the best that I have heard from SCT premiere productions of late. There was a cohesion to the music by composer Carman Moore influenced by southern jazz, Cajun, Caribbean and Latin Rhythms that really helped to solidify the unexpected setting of this fanciful tale in what appeared to by Louisiana or perhaps Mississippi. There was bit of an anachronism with some of the dialogue coupled with the undefined time period, music, and the designs but it didn’t hurt the overall production or hinder the creativity of the production team.

As usual, this public performance was nearly filled a week before the end of the run. I would estimate that the house was at seventy per-cent occupancy plus or minus. After a series of performance cancellation due to the very strange winter weather we had been having in the Pacific Northwest this past winter, I wondered how this figured into this particular performance’s attendance numbers, but the crowd was enthusiastic, filled with children anxious to find just the right seat. I always enjoy listening to the children as they shuttle past me down the aisles as they discuss with their friends, siblings or parental units the pros and cons of locations. The children that have attended regularly will undoubtedly quip that the seats they had for ‘such and such’ were much better than the ones they had for ‘this or that.’ SCT employs festival seating with the center section designated as “A” and the two side audience sections designated as “B.” Beyond that, it is the responsibility of the patron to sit in their appropriate sections. I heard at least a handful of children correcting their adult counterparts as to the “correct” section that they must sit. Allowing their younger patrons to learn the value of honesty and responsibility in such a simple way can not be underestimated. If only the adults could learn by the example set by the children it would be a wonderful experience for all.

I hope the reader will forgive me when I get on my soap box to lament the common sense of decency that parents of toddlers and babes in arms seem to be guilty of when attending the theatre. I have seen it countless times—a parent that allows a toddler to slink out of their laps to then go traipsing up and down the aisles with the inevitable parent trying, as unobtrusively as possible, to corral the child back into their arms to then return to their seats to then have the whole sequence repeat itself. At this particular performance, a woman fitting the description above, sitting in the front row of the house- left section of the audience spent the whole first act of the play trying to restrain a young toddler completely oblivious to the action onstage. What this did for me and I’m assuming the several hundred people who were sitting behind her, was to provide an unforgivable distraction to what would have been a very well-mannered audience. To his credit, the House Manager did slide in through a side door to ask her to keep the child in her seat after managing to wander onto one of the far downstage right playing spaces.

As someone with an extensive background in theatre, it amazes me that people still think that this behavior is acceptable. To think that the performers can’t see you might seem plausible especially with certain lighting, etc. but to just assume this as a blanket truth needs to STOP! The actors CAN see you; they CAN hear you and your talking, and cell phone ringing and candy wrapper twisting. And guess what? The audience CAN hear and see you too! We see the announcements at the beginnings of films as slides or moving images—some are even crafted now to dupe the audience initially into thinking they are watching a movie trailer. As the young protagonist from The Sorcerer’s Apprentice would say, “Golly-gee something!.” Is this really necessary?! Shouldn’t we all know better as adults?! Common manners, courtesy and decency is a learned behavior; taught by example.

Getting back to my initial thesis pondering how a professional theatre would choose repeatedly to produce plays dealing with magic; Seattle Children’s Theatre should be applauded not only for its quality product, but for its unflinching courage in producing plays that do not shy away from the wonder of magic and its place in the intellect and imagination of young people. I would say that Seattle is a very sensible community unwavering in its, dare I say it, liberal pragmatism. But I fear that even here in Western Washington the cloud of social and intellectual conservatism has shadowed somewhat of late the freedom that has been taken for granted for far too long. I’m hearing now every other day about yet another school board that is questioning and black-listing Al Gore’s documentary An Inconvenient Truth. Will the libraries, the theatres and the other avenues of humanistic education be next? Until then, we must support in any way we can those organizations that carry on the good work and the struggle to keep the wonder, imagination and innocence of childhood alive and healthy.

Goodnight Moon

2007-06-12T14:37:00.000-07:00

“If you can conceive it, you can achieve it!”

With the world-premiere of Goodnight Moon, Seattle Children’s Theatre has proven this theorem by creating one of the most delightful and charming theatrical experiences in recent memory. Based on the beloved children’s book written sixty years ago by Margaret Wise Brown with pictures by Clement Hurd; Linda Hartzell’s team of creative wizards have succeeded in capturing all the charm and magic that has captured the imagination of several generations of children. With script, music and lyrics penned by long-time SCT collaborator Chad Henry, this new adaptation should have a life and success beyond the premiere at least as long as the book itself if not longer.

The magic at the heart of this gentle little story is the innocent imagination of the little bunny that sleeps in the green room that is his nursery. One of the charming devices of Margaret Brown’s books for children is her device of making the protagonist and many of the other characters animals. The SCT production honors this device using four actors to portray or manipulate the characters or puppets respectively. The costumes by Linda Ross subtly represent each of the animals while not becoming cliché animal costumes allowing the smaller children in the audience to fully utilize their imagination to “conceive” each of these characters.

And that is what is truly remarkable about the production—the extent to which the young audience is asked to journey with the bunny into his imagination. I attended a weekday matinee that was filled with parents and children ranging in age from pre-K through upper elementary. The production played in SCT’s Eve Alvord Theatre that is the smaller of their two venues seating 275 on comfortable raked bench seating. The stage is very small at forty feet wide and twenty-two feet deep. With a full boxed set like the one for Goodnight Moon, the playing space is reduced even more.

As mentioned earlier, the scenic design by Jennifer Lupton takes the simple illustrations by Clement Hurd and places it in three dimensions right before the audience in this very intimate setting. The magic and imagination of the design team is revealed in stages throughout the production. It seems clear to me that the team used the illustrations as a spring board as to how they might create a full length musical from a book with so little text. Literally every element of the design is either used or manipulated by the actors or offstage puppeteers. The pictures in the little bunny’s room reveal inner stages where puppets interact with the performers onstage. The moon and stars appear, disappear and move within the large picture windows upstage. The mantle clock and urns dance and move. The stuffed toys are manipulated by actors and the mouse and cats that inhabit the bunny’s playroom are simple puppets that are manipulated by the performers not unlike the way in which children play at dolls or with their stuffed animals when left to their own imaginations.

I have seen numerous productions now that have utilized puppets created by Doug Paasch for SCT productions; puppets ranging in complexity from the magical over-sized Dragon in The Magic City to an amazing giant spider in last season’s production of Sleeping Beauty to this production where simple stuffed rag dolls and animals create a touching and lyrical vignette with only a simple lullaby sung by the actors who simultaneously manipulate the soft toys. This moment came almost at the very end of the performance and even though it seemed to be the major wiggle spot for the smaller children, the older children and adults were mesmerized by the hypnotic quality. I certainly understand why it falls where it does in the script leading to the final denouement of the story, but I fear that it will cause the vignette/song to be perceived as a false ending. I also wonder how the moments with no dialogue will end up on the page once the script is published (and there is no doubt that it will.)

As to the script itself, the story, as fleshed out by Chad Henry moves along at a nice pace with approximately 12-15 songs spaced evenly throughout. The musical numbers, ranging from soft beautiful lullabies to Jolson-esque soft-shoe to jazzy rag and to a rousing tap section with the Three Bears; allow the story to move along while adding not only to the imagination of the Bunny, but to the young members of the audience. From the moment where the primary characters are introduced—Bunny, Mouse, two Cats and the Old Woman-that-says-“Shhhh,” the audience is clearly meant to associate with Bunny and his unwillingness to go to sleep. As anyone who has children or remembers their own childhood, no matter how long ago; the universal truth regarding a child’s unwillingness to shut their eyes and go to sleep will resonate strongly. The humor of the Little Bunny as he tries valiantly to keep the covers over him, to struggle with a pillow that has a life of its own, to talking in imaginary gibberish with his ever-present Red Balloon, the pathos, sight-gags and intricate puppetry all serve to enhance rather than distract from the momentum of the story such as it is.

There are not many theatres that can pull off such extraordinary feats of magic with such ease, and the resources of SCT—the designers, the shops and their artisans deserve high praise for creating this delightful masterwork. A few of the highlights of this production include a black-light soft shoe number within one of the picture windows where the audience sees only a pair of white feet and white hands in the “Mr. Nobody” song reminiscent of “Mr. Celophane” from the musical Chicago; the three musical numbers with the ensemble portraying members of a circus supporting the puppet-show of Clarabelle the Cow as she attempts to jump over the moon; a very delightful number “Never Get Away” featuring Bunny and Ensemble in front of a giant book that is pulled out of the wall that becomes the backdrop for the song. This section pays homage to other books by Margaret Brown and Clement Hurd such as Runaway Bunny with pages that are turned by the performers, each becoming a backdrop for the verses of the song. And as I mentioned earlier there were several humorous and touching vignettes with Bunny interacting with magical sight-gags or simple puppet moments that were pure theatre magic.

I had been eager to see this production as reviews had been pouring in from sources all around the Seattle metropolitan area heaping high praise onto this new production. Knowing the book and its illustrations, I was eager to see just how successful the show could be. The burden of proof is heavy when your audience-goer works not only as a freelance artist in the field of theatre for young audiences, but as a professional freelance designer as well. I am delighted to add my own praise to this production and offer a heart-felt thank you to the production’s director, Linda Hartzell and to her incomparable artistic team, technicians and performers—you have validated yet again the importance of our field and affirmed for me why I continue to be a passionate advocate for the highest quality work for children and families.

Goodnight Moon continued its run through March 10^th, 2007 at Seattle Children’s Theatre.

Exploring The Dark

2006-06-28T21:03:00.000-07:00

Never a company to shy away from challenging themes and plot lines, Seattle Children’s Theatre proved their mettle yet again with two recent productions—British playwright, Charles Way’s Sleeping Beauty with new music by Chad Henry and a new production, the world premiere of The Devil and Daniel Webster by Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright, Robert Schenkkan. Both plays tackled themes that some might consider dark but both were striking in their approach and both held their audience’s attention throughout.

In SCT’s production of Sleeping Beauty, directed by Artistic Associate Rita Giomi, Charles Way has written an adaptation that is Spartan in its cast size focusing on the characters and relationships in the small fairytale kingdom. In his version of this classic tale, the young Briar Rose is head strong with a free spirit that, at first glass, doesn’t seem to need saving. The Prince, on the other hand, seems a bit feckless and in need of saving himself. But this adaptation focuses on the blooming relationship of these two characters. The plot line is similar to many others with the antagonist role filled by the snubbed and jealous evil sorceress Modron who decides to cast a spell on the unsuspecting King and Queen’s new child. The good sorceress counters this magical curse with her spell sending all in the kingdom to sleep once Briar Rose pricks her finger on that fateful birthday on the needle of a spinning wheel.

With only seven actors in the ensemble, Charles Way’s adaptation is swift and to the point. Only a handful of the characters do any doubling with the most entertaining being the two actors who double as the wood sprites in Act II when Prince Owain sets out to solve a series of tasks to reach the palace and save Briar Rose. The King of the Spiders—a large spider puppet combined with a speaking actor, was terribly impressive and garnered many gasps of awe from the full house of children and families. The rest of the design was, as always incredibly inspiring and imaginative. The design by long-time collaborator Carey Wong who teaches at The University of Washington evoked a large woven medieval tapestry with walls of leaves and vines hinting at the rose briars that will figure into the story later on. Three vertical panels of the same design served as trees that would reveal the infant who would become Briar Rose and through the use of miniature scaled palace shadow images would evoke the progress of the growing rose briars invoked by the evil Mordron.

One of the most stunning surprises of the design was an inner “stage-within-a-stage,” that created the christening chamber, and the room where Briar Rose would be laid as she falls into the deep enchanted sleep. This interior stone chamber was framed by a beautiful gilt frame. The whole unit could track upstage and downstage and was designed with forced perspective. There were several beautiful images created through the staging that bore a striking resemblance to the beautiful jewel toned paintings from the medieval period.

I was curious though to see how the new music and songs written by Chad Henry would work within the pre-existing script. Charles Way, I’m assuming, signed off on the music and lyrics, but I was less than impressed on their impact to the script which I was familiar with in the original version. Most of the songs did not propel the story or action and only served to slow down the momentum. There was a song about “having and wanting,” appropriate themes as they are, I felt the song to be a bit childish and, at times a trifle pedantic. The “dance off” with the woodland faeries was very entertaining and made me wonder how it would have played elsewhere. At first the music seemed to have a very strong Celtic feel, but as the play progressed, the music became more reminiscent of Rogers & Hammerstein.

The dialect work was weak and seems to be a challenge for most actors in this city. Many plays this season at other theatres involved plays with dialects (mostly British) and most, if not all, were weak efforts.

The end battle between Mordron and Prince Owain was, however, very dramatic and made up for any lack of tension or slow plot movement. With only fifteen seconds left for the spell to be broken, the sword fight kept many of the children seated around me on the edge of their seats. The victory of Prince Owain elicited a very enthusiastic applause from the audience.

On a side note, Seattle Children’s Theatre, like many of the major theatres geared for young people, provides a cry room for families that bring children who get restless or have difficulty keeping quiet. At the top of each performance, the House Manager makes an announcement regarding the usual—cell phones, pagers, running times, exits, and the availability of the cry room. However, at intermission, the House Manager made another announcement resulting from a crying child who didn’t get shuffled off to the cry room during Act I. I had to wonder if it was the Stage Manager or the actors that called for the additional announcement. It was welcomed nonetheless.

Seattle Children’s Theatre’s next production really plumbed the depths of dark themes in Robert Schenkkan’s serious adaptation of The Devil and Daniel Webster penned in the 1930’s by Stephen Vincent Benet. As the audience entered the theatre, the stage picture was dark and atmospheric with bold shadows of twisted tree branches that fell over a cluster of gravestones that anchored the far downstage left and right areas of the playing space. The main playing area was a large sweeping raked trapezoidal platform that diminished as it moved upstage to a dark and brooding sky. The whole design was inspired by the old hand tinted wood block prints from the

A desperate farmer, in an effort to marry his sweetheart and appease her skinflint father, makes a pact with the Devil. When his deal comes due at the end of six years, the farmer pleads with the Devil to release him from his bargain claiming that he has indeed fulfilled his end of the bargain. The Devil, old Scratch himself, feels otherwise. He denies Jabez Stone, the young man, any sort of reprieve. The young man approaches Daniel Webster, a noted lawyer to help him figure out a way to free his soul from the pact he has made with the Devil. Daniel Webster manipulates old Scratch into agreeing to have a trial whereby Webster will defend Jabez Stone.

The Second Act begins with Jabez Stone, his young wife Abigail, and Daniel Webster sitting in their home waiting for the clock to strike midnight. Again, a dramatic setting utilizing the previous Act’s raked floor with the addition of a door and towering upstage interior wall with fireplace, large mantel and ominous mantle clock. As the hour strikes, the door knocks and Scratch appears. He conjures a jury of his peers, which in this trial means one comprised of infamous villains from the past and the future including such luminaries as Lizzie Borden, Benedict Arnold, Al Capone, John Wilkes Booth, a member of the Klu Klux Klan and Blackbeard the Pirate. The playwright, Schenckkan has taken some liberties with this episode in the story, but it plays relatively well. The jury appears through a scrim above the fireplace painted to look like the interior wall of the house until there is a dramatic lighting change revealing the combination of actors and puppets. The use of puppets was predicated, I’m sure about cast size, but it works relatively well and carries through with the earlier use of puppets in several moments from Act I. The Second Act transpires as Webster and Scratch bandy lengthy arguments regarding themes of slavery, the value of a soul, the virtue in forgiveness and the strength and value in love and compassion. Ultimately Daniel Webster wins the trial with old Scratch leaving nursing his own pride, and the young couple living a long and prosperous life.

I think this production was effective and suitable for the target audience of junior high school children and some younger during the performance I witnessed. The shorter but much wordier Second Act lacked the energy and dynamic rapid staging of the Second Act so attentions began to waiver. But at the moment of Webster’s triumph, there was actually a collective breath of release from the audience which signaled the audience’s connection despite the shifting and shuffling.

The performance featured the ubiquitous Question & Answer session that follows all the SCT productions for middle elementary aged children and older. The actors lead the Q&A with questions posed to the audience which is really the best way to handle these sessions. I was struck by the answers to the question, “What is this play to us? Why do it?” The answers offered were varied but two children answered with, “Responsibility,” and “Civil Liberties.” The story has a power and resonance that can not be denied. I thoroughly enjoyed this piece and hope that it has a life beyond the premiere here at SCT.

Cathay: 3 Tales of China

2006-01-07T14:03:00.000-08:00

Cathay: 3 Tales of China
Conceived, Written and Directed by Ping Chong
Made in Collaboration with the Shaanxi Folk Art Theatre of Xian, China

I recently had an auspicious opportunity to see Ping Chong’s latest theatrical cultural exploration in his new piece Cathay: 3 Tales of China that premiered at Seattle Repertory Theatre September 10 – October 9, 2005. In the Rep’s more intimate Leo K. Theatre this piece did not suffer from the misfortunes of guest productions forced to play in larger barn theatres that diminish the artistic power of an evening of theatre filled not only with subtlety of story, but the delicate and intricate puppetry art that has become a signature of Ping Chong’s New York based company.

Cathay: 3 Tales of China is just that, three tales exploring the cultural dynamics of an ever-changing China. The piece was conceived by Ping Chong after several visits to Xi’an (pronounced Shi-ang), a city that was once the most populace in the world. The city’s dynamic evolution is a testament to the resilience of the Chinese culture and one that Chong respects deeply. His curiosity of this evolution makes up the backbone of the spirit of his new piece which he explores through the use of traditional Asian puppetry arts including rod puppets and shadow puppetry combined with his usual infusion of contemporary technology of robotic lighting and digital imagery.

As the audience entered the small, approximately 200 seat theatre, the setting onstage consisted of a very clean, contemporary interior with painted marble floor, a small seating area center stage comprised of clean contemporary ottoman/benches, two small raised areas left and right of center, and a back wall that consisted of a large timbered grid with panels measuring approximately four feet by six feet. The whole wall comprised twenty of these panels with the large timbers dividing them. The center panel contained a digital video projection of the title of the performance that was animated to give the illusion of silk billowing gently in a breeze. The whole setting visible at the top of the show inclusive of the full wall was only around eight feet from the edge of the stage. The audience conversations ranged from the curious as to how the puppets would figure into this setting to those who really had no idea what the play would entail.
The framing devise used by Ping Chong for his three tales were two ten foot tall terracotta Chinese dragon/sphinxes that tracked in onto the low platforms left and right.

The conceit of these framing characters—because each of these dragons came to life with glowing eyes and large elephantine ears that would raise and lower along with movable head and articulated jaws—was a matter of expansive time. What I mean by this was that each of the stories told by Chong’s company was prefaced by a quick repartee between the dragons that would help place each story along a linear timeline. These terracotta dragons would have been similar to the ones found in ancient burial chambers unearthed in 1974 by farmers. What they found was an ancient site containing 8000 terra-cotta soldiers, horses and other attendants for the first emperor of China, Qin Shi Huang.

The first tale, taken from the pages of classic Chinese literature is entitled “The Lady and the Emperor.” In this story set in imperial China, a young woman has won the heart of the Emperor. She becomes the primary consort for him, but is seen as a threat by the armies of the Emperor. Their relationship, a beautiful testament to true love and star-crossed fate, sets the wheels in motion for the third story’s key plot line.

The first story is told through the use of beautiful rod puppets manipulated by the company comprised of members of the Shaanxi Folk Art Theatre and members of the Seattle based Carter Family Puppet Theatre. What was so striking and imaginative was the cinematic way in which each of the scenes was played out. For each vignette, a different panel of the large wall would open either up or down revealing a four by six, or sometime larger, playing area. The cinematic quality would allow the scale of the puppets used to change from one scene to the next from large oversized heads only, to diminutive settings where a large number of smaller scaled figures would play exterior scenes or large group scenes. The effect was as if the camera would pull back for a long shot or come in for close-up shots allowing the audience to experience the whole performance like a film. One of the cleverest scenes was when the Emperor’s consort was visiting with her servant girl while sitting at her dressing table. The audience viewed this scene from above, as if the lens were directly above the puppets and table looking down onto the scene. The use of foreshortened puppet torsos and forced perspective (along with an amazing use of a little Shitzu dog puppet) garnered a collective gasp of astonishment and wonder from its audience.

The second story, further along the timeline, centered on a small child “Little Worm” and his family just prior and following the Japanese occupation of China during World War II. Here the technique shifted to an amazing variation of shadow puppetry where the puppets were not completely opaque like traditional shadow puppets, but made with semi-translucent plastic that cast a tinted image with painted detail onto the projection screen. Here, as in several other moments, the use of digital projected imagery was combined with the puppetry to create a highly cinematic fluid style. Little Worm wonders what will happen if the Japanese invade and is forced to run away during a Japanese air raid. This sequence is another testament to Ping Chong’s vision as the shadow characters are juxtaposed with digital images of squadrons of bombers flying over the Chinese countryside combining angle and visual perspective for the audience. Little Worm, separated from his family and community, is forced to flee on foot to safer locations. A Japanese soldier corners him. During the pivotal moment, the Japanese soldier fires his rifle leaving the audience to wonder the fate of the little boy.

The final story once again opens with our two dragons, but this time, they awaken to the sound of rocks falling and a brief glimmer of light from the outside world. We now see a digital image of the word “New”—the title of the last piece. We hear a soundscape of a hotel lobby and as the panels begin to open to reveal this story’s characters, we immediately realize we have now caught up with today. We are introduced to a brusque, obnoxious American businessman and his wife. We then glimpse an older gentleman who arrives at the hotel for a clandestine meeting with another older gentleman that we find out is Japanese. Interspersed with the vignettes are moments of sly commentary as a Chinese Rap artist MC Tang raps about modern Chinese culture.

This last vignette brings the two older characters together as we learn they are Little Worm and the Japanese soldier who tried to kill him in a poignant commentary on reconciliation. One of the younger male characters we meet in this section also comes to realize that the beautiful female hotel registration clerk is undeniably someone that he knows or perhaps met in a previous life. Ping Chong not only cleverly uses the device of the terracotta dragons as bookends to the story, but threads all three together with the trope of reincarnation that poetically brings the two star-crossed lovers from the first story—the Lady and the Emperor—together with the discovery of the male and female ingénues in this last story.

The play ends with a whimsical change of scale and perspective as the lights come up to reveal the setting visible at the top of the show with the addition of the two terracotta statues onstage. We are now in the hotel lobby. The puppeteers then make a couple of passes in costume with large puppet head/masks covering their own representing several of the characters from the last story. The commentary is filled with irony and humor, and leaves the audience with a sense of questioning the possibilities of our own lives and our own culture.

The evening proved moving and filled with wonderful moments of stylistic beauty. The only major detriment to the production was in the first story where we are given a scene between the Lady and the Emperor in their bed chamber when the two finally consummate their love. It was humorous in a very uncomfortable way and brought back images of the vulgar and base puppet sex-scene in the film Team America. All of the voices in the entire evening were pre-recorded—and to hear these two voices give an interpretation of breathless love, really brought the whole audience out of the moment. I began to wonder how this production would play to younger audience members since the last stop for the production would be the New Victory Theatre in New York City, a venue dedicated to theatre for young audiences. The moment mentioned above was so jarring and without merit, I fear that the rest of the story in section one would be lost to the twittering and whispers of a younger crowd.

The beauty in this completely theatrical event, was witnessing the artistry of the puppeteers from both cultures working in collaboration. Such an extraordinary cultural collaboration does not happen that often and it is to the credit of the Kennedy Center for commissioning the piece. Perhaps this is evidence to a growing awareness and appreciation for the puppetry arts beyond the Muppets or citizens of Avenue Q to a more refined and ancient art form that is given such exquisite expression in Ping Chong’s Cathay: 3 Tales of China.

Director Ping Chong's latest work, Cathay: 3 Tales of China received its world premiere September 10 - October 9, 2005 at Seattle Repertory Theatre, then continued on to the Kennedy Center in Washington D.C. as part of The Festival of China then to the New Victory Theatre, New York City. Photo © 2005 Seattle Repertory Theatre.

Best Laid Plans

2005-12-05T11:31:00.000-08:00

Commentary on Seattle Children's Theatre's productions of Seussical and Nothing Is The Same will unfortunately not be posted. Scheduling and box office snafus made this impossible.

The Grapes of Wrath and The American Cycle: An Epic Program of Theatre and Outreach at The Intiman Theatre

2005-12-05T11:25:00.000-08:00

The Intiman Theatre, best known of late for the Tony Award-winning musical A Light In the Piazza, should also be known by all of us in the theatre world due to their efforts in creating and giving breath to an epic program of theatre outreach that could serve for future models of similar programming.

The Intiman Theatre in Seattle, Washington, is currently being helmed by Bartlett Sher, Artistic Director and Laura Penn, Managing Director. Mr. Sher has been responsible for many of the recent outstanding production at the theatre since he joined in a leadership capacity and was the director for the Seattle production of Piazza and the eventual New York transfer winning a Tony nomination for his direction.

The American Cycle is the new brain-child of the creative team at The Intiman that will roll out over five years. The Cycle, as described in their program, includes five plays over five years, and a series of annual programs that explore the local resonance of themes and ideas generated by the works on stage. As an audience member, I had been exposed to some of the media coverage of this Program, but it really did not hit home for me until I recently attended the Intiman’s production of John Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath, directed by Linda Hartzell, Artistic Director of Seattle Children’s Theatre.

Grapes of Wrath is the second of the five play Cycle that started with Our Town, featuring Tom Skerritt as the Narrator and will continue with Richard Wright’s Native Son (2006), Robert Penn Warren’s All The King’s Men (2007, rights pending) and Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird (2008). What, I think is so extraordinary with this program, is the breadth and scope of the entire program. The selection of plays alone is exciting, but it is the ancillary components that really resonated for me.

Upon entering the Intiman’s spacious theatre lobby, I immediately noticed the extent to which the Education Department had gone to invite the audience to explore the historical significance of Steinbeck’s subject matter. On one side of the lobby was a map of the United States tracing the journey of the Joad’s and the primary path of many migrants during the Dust Bowl. This was accompanied by pictures of various locations that were pin-pointed on the map—images by Dorothea Lange, and other visual images of the photographers of the WPA program. On the other side of the lobby was a historical representation of how the Dust Bowl and Great Depression impacted the Pacific Northwest region and industries such as Salmon fishing. This was executed through maps, photographs and a digital program playing on a lap top computer. Throughout the center of the lobby, was a large two sided display board that snaked its way through the central expanse—symbolic in many ways of the journey that the Joads and others undertook. It was an enormous amount of visual resource and text exploring life during this time.

As stated in the program, The American Cycle Goals are—Produce Great Art, Cultivate Curiosity, Advocate for Literacy, Encourage an Informal Citizenry and Understand Interconnectedness. Most of this is obvious, but for me, the two that caught my eye were Encouraging Informal Citizenry and Understanding Interconnectedness. Having spent the last fourteen years trying to solve these questions with my own work and company in Austin, I was intrigued by how an institution of The Intiman’s size and caliber would handle these two thorny issues.

The last two of the above goals are of course connected and not mutually exclusive within a program such as this.

Having missed the programming for Our Town and much to my chagrin Grapes of Wrath, I can only go by what the theatre shares itself. But the outlook looks impressive and I am eager to participate in the future productions and programming going forward.

One of the key components that I think really should be shared is the Rough Eagles program. This collaboration is between the youth of two disparate schools with the Seattle metropolitan area. One from a north end school with greater resources and the other from a south end school with limited resources. The two groups came together to explore the themes of Our Town and now, continue this program by exploring the themes found in Grapes of Wrath. Over the span of several months, these students along with their teachers and sponsors create a theatrical presentation of their devising in response to the play and its themes. Along with this major component can be found civic dialogues leading up to each production along with community readings, talk-backs and others as created.

It would seem to me that this program’s success stems from its ability to reach to not only its adult base, but to the future audiences by really making an effort to connect with non-theatre-goers, and young people who traditionally may not have the ability or desire to attend these productions because of finances or the misperceptions that it is too high-brow.

The Frank Galati adaptation, first produced by Chicago’s Steppenwolf Theatre is a clean and faithful treatment of Steinbeck’s monumental work. As directed by Linda Hartzell, the story was poetically moving and captured the lonely and desolate love shared and lost by the Joad family. The casting of the main characters was dead-on with a superlative performance by Beth Dixon as Ma Joad. Her stoicism and mid-west sensibility keep the family going through the toughest times and it is through her eyes that we experience the excruciating heartbreak as her family slowly crumbles around her not unlike the dry earth that forces her family to flee in the first place. Her dreams, her family, dissolve into dust blown on the winds of change.

Hartzell stages the opening tableau like a dance with a handful of several isolated characters throughout the Intiman’s large stage—lights dim, the faint sound of dry wind and the images of dilapidated cedar post fence and dusty sky are all we need to set the tone and mood of the play. Carey Wong’s design is comprised of basically a bare stage within which he places simple scenic elements that set each of the locales of the play.

The costumes were dusty-worn, sepia tinted and drawn from the stark and evocative images we all know from the famous photographs of Dorothea Lange. The one draw-back for me was the lighting which seemed to conflict with itself at many times when trying to set a mood with motivated light sources such as fire-pits or lanterns. The lighting effects were thwarted by too much overall stage light. Having seen the Steppenwolf’s production, I was aware of the need for it to rain onstage and for a large trap to open in the downstage playing space to reveal a pool of water roughly four feet by 24 feet that was used for the river and swimmin’ hole. I knew it was coming, but experienced the joy of this simple theatrical design element when the collective gasp of awe rippled through the audience not unlike the wind on the dusty farm field. It was a magical moment.

And there were many magical moments for me due in no small part by Linda Hartzell’s staging. Of course there were many similarities to the Steppenwolf production both in design and directing, but I believe much of this must be in the specifics of the script directions in the stage adaptation by Frank Galati. However, two moments that stand out for me were when Ma takes a moment and moves downstage and sits alone in a chair next to a fire pit in the floor. She holds a musical jewelry box. She opens it, listening to the music. She removes a pair of earbobs and with much heartbreak, throws the box into the fire. It was a brief moment, but it underscored the quiet loneliness and resolve of this wife and mother—to have to sacrifice something so little, but yet something of such significance for her. The other moment, was of course the ending when Rose of Sharon, having lost her newborn child, makes the decision to feed a man, near to death. It is after a rain storm (one of those theatrical effects that evoked a collective gasp), the sound of the water still dripping from the catwalks can be heard, Ma covers Rose of Sharon with a blanket who gets up and crosses to the man. The two are left onstage as Rose of Sharon draws the man to her as she gives her breast to him. It is such a moving moment first on the page, and then to see it translated so beautifully and fearlessly to stage by Hartzell and her actors.

This was my first production at The Intiman, and I know it will not be my last.

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Welcome

2005-11-03T11:45:00.000-08:00

Having worked in this field for the past fifteen years almost exclusively and before that in the adult theatre community as an actor and designer, I am always keenly aware of what is happening around me as an artist. I am also an artist drawn to theatre for young audiences (T.Y.A.) mainly because we are still children refusing to grow up. We are a Betwixt-and-Between. This is what Solomon calls Peter in J. M. Barrie’s Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens. We cannot fully grow up, nor do we want to I should think. I do not really feel that one can truly grow up and become successful in our field unless there is s certain spirit of joie de jeunesse that permeates all that we do.

Insight, as defined by the Oxford American Dictionary, is the ability to perceive and understand the true nature of something. It is my hope that this conversation will spur you to think and to reflect on your own contributions and give insight how the contributions of others may have a lasting impact on our craft.

I welcome your comments and suggestions.

Is Forty Halloweens Enough?

2005-10-30T10:47:00.000-08:00

As I approach my 40th Halloween, the trees have been making their annual change—from the shades of greens and sunny yellows to a mélange of fiery reds, oranges and golds. The air, so bright and fresh, now is veiled in the delicate moisture heralding the arrival of the first chill of oncoming winter. The ubiquitous bright orange gourds dot the neighborhood doorsteps. And as always, I experience a deepening sense of nostalgia and longing for an innocence lost.

I choose to write about Halloween as my first article not because I love candy and feel a need to dress up, but because it is symbolic to me of a wider issue of how our current culture of conservatism runs the risk of undermining what I feel to be a fundamental element of growing up and experiencing the wonder and magic of the mysterious and unknown world of spooks and goblins.

But where does the origin of Halloween come from?

Over 2000 years ago, the Celts celebrated the arrival of the Autumnal equinox and the beginning of the New Year through a festival known as Samhain. The Romans, celebrated the fall harvest worshipping the goddess Pomona identified with the apple, harvest and trees. They also held a festival known as Feralia held in late October that was associated to the passing of the dead. Even later, the Christians began to assimilate the pagan rituals and festivals throughout the year. In the 7th century A.D. Pope Boniface IV designated November 1st as All Saint’s Day. This later moved to November 2. The day before All Saint’s Day or Eve was October 31. All Hallows Eve or All Hallowmas over time became All Hallow E’en and finally contracted to Halloween. All Saints Day was a day in European folklore where the spirits of the past ancestors would come back to posess the bodies of the living. To prevent this from happening, the common folk would dress up and enter the streets on October 31 to cause a ruckus to discourage the spirits from entering their bodies. Later, in the 9th century the custom of “souling” would be the basis of our modern trick-or-treating. Early Christian beggars would walk door to door begging for soul cakes that were square pieces of bread with currants. The more soul cakes collected, the more prayers offered to honor the giver. The singing trio Peter, Paul and Mary had a very popular folk-song based on just this entitled “Soalin’.”

The book in question is a small collection of vintage Halloween images. It immediately caught my eye because of the image on the cover. Edited by Jim Heimann, this collection runs the gamut from photographic images, cards, masks to various ephemera celebrating this spooky and festive holiday.

I remember vividly the old worn yellowing decorations that my Grandmother would eagerly bring out each year. The bowls of Star-mints, Butterscotch and chewy caramel treats that would soon follow and the dish of candy-corn that would always be present on her oval Early-American sofa table. Not the weather, but these clues would alert my sister and me about the impending arrival of our special day. I say “our,” because it really did seem to be ours. We would begin scouring the stores for costumes and the conversations on the playground would turn to witches, ghosts, vampires and of course space-men and aliens. We were living of course in the hey-day of the space race and the cold war. Knowing what I know now about history and having recently seen George Clooney’s engaging film about Edward R. Murrow in Good Night and Good Luck; it is no wonder that McCarthy’s efforts were labeled witch-hunts and Arthur Miller chose to write one of the greatest plays of the last century when he penned The Crucible.

It was in this little book of these same yellowing images of witches and black cats and leering carved pumpkins that started me thinking about a recent work for young audiences that seem to recapture the innocent wonderment of the scary unknown. Tim Burton’s latest film, Corpse Bride, for me was a delightful diversion from the recent spate of natural disaster, reality television and a summer of rather otherwise mediocre films.

I have always loved Tim Burton’s work since I saw his early film Edward Scissorhands. His style and imagination are infused with the creepy and cooky and “draw (and think)-outside-the-lines” quality that led him away from the Disney Animation studios where he worked in his younger years as a visual artist. This visual aesthetic is what has made Burton’s film career so unique. Burton has never shied away from the macabre and has made it a signature trademark. He has also not shied away from crafted films that embrace the dark and scary images that hearken to the days of autumn and Halloween mentioned earlier.

Burton started with Edward Scissorhands and continued this tradition with Nightmare Before Christmas that was inspired by early work by Burton that was rejected by the Disney Studio. Nightmare is a dizzyingly crazy adventure, following Jack Skelington’s desire to experience something new and along the way discovering the meaning of Christmas. It occurs to me how the story and images crafted in this film seems influenced by the old Irish folk tale of how a drunkard named Jack tricks the Devil into climbing a tree. Once in the tree, Jack carves an image of the cross on the trunk affectively trapping old Scratch. Jack bargains with the Devil that if he vows never to tempt him again, he will set him free. In later life, Jack dies, and for his deeds is neither allowed to enter Heaven or Hell, but is given a single flame or ember to light his way through the darkness of eternity. This light was placed inside a carved out turnip—the origin of our lighted Jack’o lantern.

In Nightmare Before Christmas we have a main character named Jack; a tree as pathway to the underworld; and a dark demon, in this case Oogey Boogey. All sounding vaguely familiar? Whether it is intentional or not, there is no doubt in my mind how this holiday, and its beliefs and images still influence our consciousness. If we hearken back to early folk tales such as Snow White, we have a young heroine faced with a journey, a choice, and an enemy, guised as an Old Crone. And what does she offer the young lady? An apple. I don’t believe its coincidence. Remember the Roman Goddess Pomona and the apple mentioned earlier? All linked.

And in his latest film, Corpse Bride, Burton offers another dark allegorical tale using the same stylistic flare as Nightmare with stop-motion animation and the binary of living and dead. Light and dark; good and evil. Universal themes; and ones that Burton embraces with an earnestness that must not be denied.

The young nebbish protagonist is about to marry into an arranged marriage between his landed-gentry family and the upper-class bourgeoisie family of his fiancée. But, out of fear and uncertainty, he flees the ceremony’s rehearsal and runs into the forest. Here again, Burton uses to great effect the primordial presence of the dark, towering leafless trees. And as luck would have it, the young man mistakenly proposes to the boney hand of another young woman “done-in” by another of the villains of the film. She rises from her unfortunate resting place and accepts this young man’s offer. This sets in motion the resulting adventure of the young man’s journey to the underworld, and his ultimate realization that he does indeed love his young, living, fiancée and finds within himself the courage to become a man and face his adult responsibilities. His decision is also the redemption that the corpse bride requires to journey beyond the in-between world to, what we assume is heaven.

With images of singing, skeleton chorus lines, creepy-crawly ghouls, bifurcated talking cadavers and a skeletal canine, the underworld might seem garish; and for the youngest children a bit too frightening. The plot line of the power-hungry second suitor vying for the hand of the living heroine to gain her dowry and his ultimate plan to “do her in,” was even a bit surprising to me. But on second thought, I realized that it was no different than many of the traditional fairy tales that continue as staples in the children’s literary canon with scheming adults or suitors, themes of jealousy, loyalty and true love. The skill through which Burton links these themes into a cohesive narrative is a testament to his creative genious and to his unflinching belief that these stories, however dark and macabre, are valid vis à vis his personal convictions in the power and truth in this genre—sophisticated, universal, and ultimately redemptive.

As this Halloween holiday comes and goes, I am concerned that the historical significance of this holiday, and the iconography, themes and traditions are being subverted by a very vocal minority. In future posts, I will continue this thread with a look at Harry Potter and the latest film installment of the popular literary and filmic franchise along with observations regarding The Intiman Theatre’s Outreach program; and two productions from Seattle Children’s Theatre.

Here We Go Again: Thoughts On a Post London Attack

2005-07-07T15:30:00.000-07:00

Two weeks ago I had the great fortune to attend my first TCG National Conference in Seattle. I had debated on whether or not to attend, but having just relocated to the Emerald City I felt that it would offer an unprecedented chance to mingle and meet potential new colleagues, visit with old friends, and bask in the warmth of a collegial gathering of like souls. I wasn’t to be wrong in my choice to attend.

As a matter of course, attendees must be affiliated with a member organization or be sponsored by such an organization as an independent artist. As I was neither, I quickly approached the Seattle Children’s Theatre and Linda Hartzell, Artistic Director and Kevin Maifeld, Managing Director. With great generosity and enthusiasm, Kevin Maifeld agreed to a sponsorship that would allow me to attend. Seattle is an amazing city. For anyone who hasn’t visited, it really must be placed on your urgent “To Do” list. There is so much art and culture here it really can seem overwhelming. I have spent all of my life living in Texas, the majority of it in Austin with a brief five-year internment in Plano (a sterile northern suburb of Dallas.) For its part, Austin has a great amount of culture. As a blue oasis in a red state, there is much to see and do and experience in a city that prides itself as the “Music Capitol of the World.” There is regional theatre, a vast fringe theatre contingent, ample dance and visual art and a robust and thriving academic arts community. But Seattle is beyond what I had anticipated.

The Emerald City is also a bastion of blue in a sea of red. And it was wholly appropriate that the theme of the TCG Conference was “Theatre in A Polarized World”—a theme that was geared to spur discussion and to further the ongoing dialogue that has risen to the forefront of the minds of all artists in this emotionally charged climate of moral value and right vs. wrong; red vs. blue; Christian or other. The diversity of this city is a marvel. Its climate is ideal. The culture, as was mentioned earlier, is omnipresent—a city that wears its heart and mind on its sleeve. There are book stores everywhere. There are art galleries on every corner. Fitness crazed citizens can be found running, hiking, jogging, walking, boating and every other form of outdoor and indoor activity. Gardens flourish and there is a deep sense that this city, like most in the Pacific Northwest, values the beauty of their world.

It is with great affinity that I must acknowledge the superb leadership of Ben Cameron, Executive Director of TCG and his staff for putting together such a wonderful gathering. I also appreciated Mr. Cameron advocating the legitimacy of theatre for young audiences and for repeatedly mentioning Seattle Children’s Theatre as one of the host theatre organizations. During the two and a half days of the conference, we mingled and talked. We heard speakers that were intellectual marvels that spent time extolling the virtue of liberals (as if we didn’t already know it.) One such speaker, a quiet and soft-spoken gentleman of easy demeanor, spent his time not behind the podium (always a dangerous indicator) but to the side, sitting comfortably before a rapt crowd. To say his lecture was one of the highlights of the Conference would be an understatement. His name is George Lakoff, distinguished scholar and linguist teaching at Berkley. His talk was centered on his book Don’t Think of An Elephant; an explanation as to how the conservatives have managed to take control of this country. It was one of those moments when nearly 800 attendees all sat as quiet as church mice all leaning forward in their seats jaws agape at the information being provided. Basically Mr. Lakoff spent his time laying out his thesis based on years of research into the tool of “framing” used by the Conservatives—mastered by them and so nefarious as to set the work of the Left and the Liberals on their heads. It seemed so simple, so logical. So much so that when his time was finished there was a brief collective moment of group shock. As if to say as one, “It can’t be that easy?” But yes, it really seems to be the case. For those who haven’t read the book, RUN don’t walk. For those that have, share it with your friends, your family or anyone that has become as frustrated and disenchanted by our current government as I have.

And then this morning, not unlike any morning, it happened again. A horrendous act of hate targeted against civilians. This time not at the United States, but at Britians—a coordinated bombing attack on London’s Underground Railroad system. The images were flashing across the screen of the television. The news crawl was zooming across the bottom of the image with an ever-lengthening littany of adjectives to describe the horror and carnage. And all I could think of was how all of this was being framed. And sure enough, our country called it acts of hate, acts of terror targeted at civilians—which of course it was. But it was the moving speech given by Prime Minister Tony Blair that placed the tragedy in its rightful place but using words of encouragement, of hope, of a common value that peace will prevail. That he used the word hope is in itself a sign of the difference of our current government and many around the world. It all goes back to George Lakoff’s lecture and book (again, RUN don’t walk to get it.)

But what does all this have to do with theatre? Everything. As a field dedicated to young people, we must not lose sight of the fact that what we give our children and young people does have an impact. We are the custodians of the moral future of these children. I hesitate to use that word since it connotes something different to everyone. But if we are to counteract the Conservative agenda and definition of what is moral, then we too need to frame our art in such a way as to give the Right no chance to spin it to their usual advantage.

As a race, I have always maintained that there is an innate ability of some to see the future even without knowing it. This capacity to intuit, or seer for lack of a better term is evidenced by many people throughout history. Those that come readily to mind are some of the great science fiction writers of our age that have, through their writing, predicted far into the future. H. G. Wells, one of the first great writers of this new genre saw a future rife with assault and devestation (see the new War of the Worlds film). His story of alien invasion, however bleak, makes a turn at the end that allows humanity to prevail against all odds. Gene Roddenbery, father of the Star Trek phenomenon, saw in his future a world with mixed races, worlds and ideologies. His technology of laser guns, sensor devices, hypo-sprays, hand held computer devices seemed crazy and an impossible fiction, but, nearly thirty years later, we have cell phones, lap top computers and PDA’s that are direct results of one individual or many individuals dreaming of a future.

It essentially boils down to one major component—hope. This is the key. Even in a world of chaos there can be hope. I see it everyday in a flower; a burly man feeding his two pugs ice cream outside the café in which I now sit; the laughter of a child; in the paintings that are proudly displayed in galleries. I see it when a grassroots organization holds back the tide of construction in our urban cityscapes where instead there will be a garden or common area. I see it when two men or two women can walk down a street holding hands and no one even consider whether it is sexual or not.

And in our field, I see it when a theatre filled with young people is compelled to turn and face the stage and nudge their parent or friend in anticipation of what the future of the next fifty minutes or hour and a half might bring. I have seen it here in Seattle at every production I have attended at Seattle Children’s Theatre. The children of this city have culture and know it for something special. It is an amazing sight coming from a city where at least half of the population has never seen a play. I have taught college students that have never seen a play. But when they have, whether adult or young person, something occurs. There is a microscopic change. Something occurs. And with luck and with time, this microscopic change will grow and multiply. I believe that what occurs is hope. Not unlike the organisms that end up destroying the alien invaders in H. G. Wells’ story; this growth of “hope” will prevail. It is what Tony Blair referred to in his speech, it is what George Lakoff talks about in his book, and it is what I see in the faces of children when they see live theatre.

It is my hope that what we do—the plays we write and produce, will feed this seed of hope and give our young people the immunity to the hate and vitriol that we must now contend.