At Creative Action’s brand new building, pencils fill the signs, pencils in red and orange and yellow and blue that say we make things here, we start and erase and start again. Brick walls are dotted with windows the height of an eight year old, a twelve year old, a forty year old. Inside the rooms, kids wear masks with excitement, so different than the dream I had last night that I was cast in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, unprepared. Sidney makes us a list. Greek mythology. Kabuki. Self portraits made from projecting images onto paper. Yes, we say. Yes to all of it. Out on the deck, a hole to the sky, each of us turning to look up.
January 6, 2015