I saw a truly amazing play this evening that Ball State University's Department of Theater and Dance put on. Dancing at Lughnasa was the title. Was it extremely action-packed? Not necessarily. Was it fast? Suspenseful? Did people break into song and dance? Well, actually, yes. But that's not why it was amazing.
I've been captivated by theater (and, really, performing in general) since I can remember. I never, really, was able to put my finger on. Not sure I can yet. One thing I know, there is always a story worth hearing.
I'm constantly interested in stories and what people have to say in the story and about the story. This evening's performance was a different kind of story. It really was a flashback of a man who was remembering when he was 7 years old. It was fascinating. The way he explained how the story unfolds reminded me of how memories unfold in front of me. Randomly. And you don't really know if it's exact, but you assume what adult things were going on while you were in the other room pretending you couldn't hear.
Lately, meaning these past few years, I've noticed what things in my memory had the 7 year-old touch. I'm sure, had I lived through those moments now, I would have a totally different spin. But if those stories didn't happen and I have the mindset I have now, I would be different. Pretty weird to think about.
We all have stories. Tons. We could go around the room for days tossing memories back and forth. Remind us of the good ol' days. Or "if only I knew then what I know now." Or "back when...." Truth is, stories never stop. And that's what's so beautiful. We each have spins on how things happened. We each have a lifetime full of stories worth sharing. Share your story.
Mary Taylor
My brother's amazing sense of storytelling through art.
I've been captivated by theater (and, really, performing in general) since I can remember. I never, really, was able to put my finger on. Not sure I can yet. One thing I know, there is always a story worth hearing.
I'm constantly interested in stories and what people have to say in the story and about the story. This evening's performance was a different kind of story. It really was a flashback of a man who was remembering when he was 7 years old. It was fascinating. The way he explained how the story unfolds reminded me of how memories unfold in front of me. Randomly. And you don't really know if it's exact, but you assume what adult things were going on while you were in the other room pretending you couldn't hear.
Lately, meaning these past few years, I've noticed what things in my memory had the 7 year-old touch. I'm sure, had I lived through those moments now, I would have a totally different spin. But if those stories didn't happen and I have the mindset I have now, I would be different. Pretty weird to think about.
We all have stories. Tons. We could go around the room for days tossing memories back and forth. Remind us of the good ol' days. Or "if only I knew then what I know now." Or "back when...." Truth is, stories never stop. And that's what's so beautiful. We each have spins on how things happened. We each have a lifetime full of stories worth sharing. Share your story.
Mary Taylor
My brother's amazing sense of storytelling through art.
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