O Lost! say the poets

WANT.

Heard back from Seattle Public Theater today…and got it :) I have been cast as Edith in A. Rey Pamatmat’s Edith Can Shoot Things and Hit Them. Going up next year, in March through April!!! Until then….I will be doing many, many things. My first professional role out of college….and I’m playing a Filipina…but not playing one, as I actually am one.

I like that.

SUMMER IS HERE, UNDERGRAD IS COMPLETE-GRADUATION NEXT SUNDAY. 

SUMMER PLANS? 

1. Directing a show which opens up at the Triple Door in August. Wheeee!
2. Possibly reprising my role as Rae in WaterMyth. 
3. Possibly acting in a show at Book-It. (Will I ever hear back from them?)
4. Working with Degenerate Art Ensemble for their piece at the Seattle Center!
5. New Works Festival at Village Theater?
6. Tyler has written a one act play for Mark’s Senior Thesis. I shall be directing it!
7. Finding a house in August :)
8. Josh submitted our play to the Fringe Festival so we’ll be doing that if it get’s chosen! Fingers crossed :)
9. Applied Theater with El Centro and the youth group at my Aunt’s church.
10. Voice-Over work!!!!!

AUGH. THAT IS MY SUMMER. Throw in family bbq’s, days at the beach, camping in the San Juan Islands, standing Sunday brunch dates on the hill, seeing an ass-ton of theater and ultimately, no school on the horizon of September? LIFE IS GRAND.

Oh! And the pic of the hunk just above? WELL. My hope is that I will be leaving for Hawaii at the beginning of November and staying through the end of the 2012. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to secure a job at the Honolulu Theater for Youth for at least two months or at the RCO office. That will be my graduation present to myself :) Two months in Hawaii, leasing a room, working at a theater, SUNSUNSUN. And then the world ends! But if it doesn’t, I’m back in Seattle to hunker down and do my work. Hallelujah!

The more I revolt, the more I make love.

I had this vivid dream about you around 7 this morning.

I was walking down a street surrounded by abandoned buildings, all made of terra cotta-the kind that’s cream, not orange. It was a hot day, the kind where you can see the heat in the air, those waves that it makes. You were walking ahead of me, holding a large branch that was interfering with the electric wires above our heads, it was that tall. 

“Hi. What are you doing with that stick?”

I noticed you were wearing a green knit sweater and I thought, “How silly, it’s sweltering out here-but of course you’d do the opposite-just to be contrary-that’s just like you.” And I liked you all the more for it. 

“I’m seeing which way it naturally points.” 

“The branch? Why?”

“I’m making a giant windmill.”

Pause. (Are you serious? I see that you are, you are always serious it seems)

“Well then. Can I watch you?”

“I’d like that.”

All of a sudden, we’re inside one of those abandoned buildings and lord, is it beautiful in there. VAST, EMPTY, it looks like an abandoned Italian summer villa in there, outlines on the walls where portraits used to hang, old persian carpets still on the floor, lovelydusty but plush. 

There’s a woman in there. You lean down to whisper in my ear,

“She looks like a designer. She wants to change this space into something retail-cold, shiny and dead. Distract her?”

So I do. I lead her to the kitchen where we talk about pasta, laundry and what this building is going to be.

“What was it before?”

“A home.”

“And now it will be…?”

“A place for costumes.”

“Costumes?”

“You know, chicken suits, bunny ears, the like.”

Pause. (Is she serious? Yes, she is. Her kind always is.)

“Well then. That’s a shame.”

“You would say that, wouldn’t you?”

“You know me?”

“Oh, yes. I know you. I know him. It will come to naught, what you’re trying to do.”

I am enraged. I punch my hand into her chest and pull out her heart. I take a bite out of it. Chew. Swallow. She is still alive-of course, it’s a dream-so she hears me,

“You heart is bland.”

She dies then.

I try to find you. I call out your name. You hear me,

“Is she gone?”

“Yes! Oh, yes. She is gone. Where are you?”

“Here.”

Then I am there with you. On the floor are the windmill’s wings, purple, green, blue, turquoise-I’m reminded of a dragon fly. 

“How did you do that?”

“Liquid metal.”

“Beautiful.”

“Perhaps. We’ll see if it lasts.”

I watch you work, I can watch you work forever-in a dream, at least-until the sun starts to set and shadows are cast on our faces because abandoned buildings have no electricity. We haven’t eaten and I feel guilty, so guilty-that I haven’t fed you.

“Are you hungry?” 

“I could eat something.”

“Shall I make you something?”

You turn to me,

“Are you ok? You look…sad.”

“It must be the shadows in here.”

You take me by the shoulders, gently-that point of contact shocks me so much that I jump. You haven’t touched me this entire dream-and even though it’s just a dream-it feels real, with weight to it. 

“Will you make me some food? I am hungry.”

“Of course, of course.”

You smile. Let me go. Turn back to your work. I walk down the hallway planning the spaghetti in my head and I think of what a fool I am. A happy fool.

If only I could have a set design like this for a show…

Paper Sculptures by Daniele Papuli

Italian artist Daniele Papuli has been making sculptures with different types of paper materials since 1997. His paper structures and compositions possess a fabric-like quality that allows his work to ripple in the space.  

(Source: everydayfrustone)

The poster for Josh’s Senior Project. Keira Burton designed it, Josh drew the cartoons of us…another wonderful process finished! On to the next :) 

Nevers.

Enjoy :)

Solo lolololo

DRAGON LADY by: Sara L. Porkalob

On the eve of every Chinese New Year, the Porkalob clan gathers to honor the birthday of their matriarch. By the light of karaoke machine, plied with pork dumplings and diet Pepsi, Grandma Porkalob shares a new version of her life story with one lucky grandchild. 

April 29th, 7pm FREE…Cornish College of the Arts in 102.

The next show that I will be performing in after Josh’s Senior Thesis. I’m in the band…wheeeeee! Be sure to check it out, it’s a romp.

Sasha and Syd’s show officially opened tonight. A success!

Here is the poster design for the short film that I directed for my Amy and Elena as their Senior Thesis. It’s a quirky, (almost) silent film. Come out and see :)

e.e.

it’s

spring

and

           the

                goat-footed

balloonMan         whistles

far

and

wee

POSTER DESIGN FOR TWO AWESOME SOLO SHOWS!

Sometimes Madness Is Wisdom
Adapted from the letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald by Sydney Tucker
Directed By Sasha Bailey
Lighting Design: Brandon Chapman
Scenic Design: Megan Tuschhnoff
Poster Design: Zoe Lammer
Dramaturgy: Allison Dunmore
Choreography: Carla Negrete-Martinez
Videographer: Sophia Watson

All of us have had a love that we couldn’t release. Maybe we were with that person for months, years, or possibly that person didn’t even knew we existed. Despite it all the love cut deep into our memories. We still blush with embarrassment at the thought of just how far we opened our hearts. Zelda Fitzgerald loved so fully and honestly that she was sneered at behind champagne cocktails, her art was discredited and eventually she was sent away. The present is a time of tightlipped correctness, a time that pretends to be without prejudice. But still, woman, man, or what have you, we fear great love and try to keep people at a distance for fear of catching the madness that is true love.

The HereAfter
By Sasha Bailey
Directed by Sara Porkalob
Lighting Design: Brandon Chapman
Scenic Design: Megan Tuschhnoff
Poster Design: Zoe Lammer

What happens when we die? This is the question that plagues many authors, poets and playwrights. There are people who think they know, don’t know, and people who don’t care.
Since the beginning of dinner parties religion has been an unacceptable table topic. The hemming and hawing the skirting around the topic, none of that will take place during this evening of theatre.