Could it be, perhaps, that the very volatility we fear is what will shatter our modus operandi, so that we may be better attuned to the present?

Theatre – art – is our legacy, our cascading contribution to humanity, our transfer of memory at the cellular level. 

Time is never a luxury in crafting theatre, but here we breathe a little. Trial, error, adjustment, and repetition are the tenets of the cycle of progression.

Too often I hear from industry folk that “you should only be an artist if you can’t do anything else.” I respectfully disagree. I find choice and agency to be far more empowering.

We could hear the tone and tilt and burst of her voice but no one understood Japanese.  Except Ayumi. 

It is no mistake that Marie-Josèphe Angélique is barely even a footnote in most Canadian history books.