a perfect title for a performance that has, effectively, been lost to history. a play about mothers and daughters and memories that stick to the body like a wet dress sodden from generations of …
I played “Cassette Player” and designed the lights. I played dramaturg, and took over as co-director when health made that happen. I was advised to delete this page, because it isn’t much to look at, and it rather breaks the template of the site as a whole. I would say, if I have an aesthetic that can be squeezed into a sentence, it’s that I’d rather break the template I have spent so long designing, than let it grow saturated, sodden, sticky or stuck.
Easy to say. “Cassette Player” was a character (a strange turn, since back in way back high school, Sylvan Oswald’s Cassette was my introduction to theatre that could be called “avant-garde”). By contrast, “Video Recorder” was a person holding a camera. I never found out what happened to the footage.
I will tell you – I can still remember Diane’s voice as it crackled through the recording on the speakers from the 80’s that felt, somehow, ancient.
co-created with: Diane Exavier, Jesus Leyva, Charlotte Hacke, Philomena Bradford, and Ashley Mitchell
performed at the International Festival of Theatre, Sibiu, Romania.
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