We've been on hiatus through rehearsals and performances of The DIG and we are back!!
Meanwhile, a whole different collaborative creative process began around the corner from the Higgins Building, where What's the Story? meets. Last Saturday, at the new Spring Street Community Garden, all sorts of neighbors formed an enormous bucket brigade to move soil from the mounds at one end of the garden into the thirty-odd raised beds. This weekend they finish filling, mixing the soil, and preparing to put in seedlings. I'm looking forward to adding worm casings, which Google informs me, is basically manure. Worm shit. Okay.
I loved that bucket brigade. It reminded me of the days and days I spent digging in the Middle East in 140-degree heat, as part of a small team of students (slaves) to excavate and move dirt from vast areas.
What we do for the sake of art.
I think a lot about collaboration and the need for the other. Ironic, perhaps, since I am known as a writer and performer of solo plays. But I have no idea what I've written until I hear it mirrored back from an audience.
Likewise, I design the workshop so writers hear the response of the group. Constructive, useful response. As the leader, I sit back a little, wait til I get a sense of what the writer is up to. I follow them; I guide them, help them to name the path they have already intuitively chosen.