Okay, it's been a long time since I've seen a director with so many projects lined up for one season. Look at this!
October 7 - After the Blast at LCT3
November 1 - The Wolves at the Mitzi E. Newhouse
January 11 - Miles for Mary at Playwrights Horizons
January 30 - At Home at the Zoo at the Signature Theatre
Spring - Peace for Mary Frances at The New Group
June - Mary Page Marlowe at Second Stage Theatre
I mean, am I crazy or is this an insane amount of work? Granted, two shows are re-stagings, but that still requires a tremendous amount of work. Of course, it couldn't happen to a more talented director, but damn girl!
This is a lot, but it's not a particularly crazy schedule.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Maybe it's because I spend a lot of time in the regional theater world, where it's common for actors, directors, designers etc to pull double/triple duty, but six shows spaced out over the course of a full season doesn't seem particularly overwhelming to be. Good on her for getting all that work, though; she's certainly one of the more interesting young directors out there.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body