The stories we tell matter.
A woman center stage tapping a pen on a notebook, thinking. Someone rides by on a bicycle. A couple pass by holding hands. A kid chases after an errant soccer ball. A clock on a nearby church tolls the… Read moreplay a Day: Passing You By
A table laden with empty cups, dirty dishes, and pointed party hats. Someone flicks off the overhead light.
The backpack from Day 23 sits on the ground. A butler picks it up and hands it to the woman, who is still floating in the air. Begrudgingly, she takes it and slowly sinks back to the ground. The bag… Read morePlay a Day: Back to the Grind
A woman walks with a large backpack. She stops, tired, and takes it off her shoulders. Once it hits the ground, she starts to slowly rise into the air. Unencumbered, she flies away.
The stage is separated into four quadrants. Section 1: A white board. Someone is doing advanced calculations, attempting to balance an equation. Section 2: A couple trying to hang a painting. Hand motions: A little bit higher, a little bit lower,… Read morePlay a Day: It All Comes Out in the Wash
Someone sits on a bench, waiting. Every so often, they check the time. Not an anxious kind of waiting. Excited, but happy to be in the moment, waiting for a good thing to arrive.
The woman from Day 11 returns, bearing the empty fishbowl. She reaches in the large tank and pulls more papers out, filling the bowl again. She exits, off to do more of Something.
A woman sits, legs crossed, eyes closed in the middle of an empty stage. Silence. Silence. The audience gets uncomfortable. Maybe she gets uncomfortable, too. They just ride the wave to the other side.
A woman sits in a ball pit. Behind her, a YouTube video about how to learn to juggle plays on a projection screen.
The woman from Day 15 puts down her notepad and pencil to go for a walk around the auditorium to clear her head. Halfway back to the stage, she gets an idea. She runs back to the stage to write… Read morePlay a Day: Come and Go