The shows have been going very well at Yale Rep–two down, and one more to go. Audiences are very young and engaged, and I’ve been having wonderful conversations after the show–sometimes audience members feel compelled to tell a story back to you after the show, and almost every time they’re extremely worthwhile, which I always feel is a good sign for the human race.
Today I’m teaching a workshop and master class on the art of the monologue, and I’m delighted–I love teaching, it’s one of my great passions and not terribly different than the monologues in that it is a form of extemporaneous address used to connect with an active audience. I hope to teach a workshop like this while in residence at ART, but I’m not certain when we’re going to be able to set that up–that’s something I’ll have to touch on when I arrive on the ground, which unbelievably is tomorrow.
One of the things that I’m concerned with at ART is the physical relationship between the myself and the audience–I’ve looked at pictures and schematics for the Zero Arrow Theatre, but it really doesn’t mean all that much until I walk inside and stand in the space itself. This is something that very rarely impacts productions at ART–they’re principally produced works that are forged and created for that space, and when transferred have ample time to adapt. We’ll be moving quickly, and our bare and extremely minimal set (table, chair, water, me) can have a surprising number of variables in it–big decisions have to be made right at the top which dictate a lot of how the show will flow as we move through the run. It’s a little like marrying someone you haven’t met, but have excellent references for–at some point you close your eyes, trust your experience, trust your skills, and jump. To do anything else is impossible.