SUBMARINE TEXT One of the joys of writing on a regular basis for a regular group of actors is when you write for a specific voice and that voice nails the part exactly. That little thrill was mine when Rebecca McHugh read a part named, well, Becca, in my short play contribution to this Sunday’s…
PLAYING WITH POWERFlux Sundays has been growing steadily, and we have now had to change our invitation structure so that new folks come for three sessions only – giving us a chance to know them, and vice versa – with the potential of future revisits after all on the waiting list have had a chance….
I am so late posting about Flux’s developmental adventures! I would be ashamed if I had time to be ashamed! Instead, I will do penance by making every sentence in this post end with an exclamation point! Or no, that would make all suffer. No one likes an unnecessarily exclamation. (I think!?!?) Ah, reader, but…
Directing at Flux Sundays can be a dangerous event. Why, if you’re not careful, Members like Cotton Wright might bring you to an organic beer and local foods bar in the East Village, tie you down to a chair on a stage, and then give your brains a thorough washing with her drill. (photo:Marnie Schulenburg,…
SUNDAYS ARE FOR ENDINGS Due to the chaos of casting, this particular Sunday was more disorganized than any in recent memory. But in spite of that, it held a particular power, as both Trying and Honey Fist played out their last scenes. HOW NOT TO BE SEDUCED BY YOUR OWN CHARACTERSOne of the problems I…
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