Love and Chance in Central Alberta By Richard Beaune As I write these words, I’m sitting in the Scott Block Theatre in Red Deer, taking a short break from rehearsing The Games of Love and Chance. This classic play is being rediscovered by an ensemble of artists who are living
Tag: Who Are We Now?
Postmarginal Edmonton – Reflections of a Year By Shrina Patel, Soni Dasmohapatra, and Lucy Lu A little over a year ago, 40 artists, scholars, and cultural workers gathered at the Fringe Theatre Arts Barns in Edmonton to tell stories, dialogue, move, and practice together. Led by Walterdale Theatre with funding
Hate Based Crimes in Relation to Equity, Diversity, and Inclusion Unless I am casted as a killer in a play, murder is not a part of my career of job description. Until then, I am not a murderer. However, for people in positions of power such as the police, murder
Frission, or the Unbearable Virtue of Molecules Gathering I wanted—needed—the show to happen in person this year. The profound connection that we form by physical presence in theatre, in partnership, in place, to be together as humans was an experience sorely, painfully missed. What does it mean to be in
Curiosity Liberated The Cat Kijo Eunice Gatama Curiosity didn’t kill the cat, I think it actually liberated it and gave it the satisfaction of learning something new whether that was pleasant or not. Hello, I am Kijo, and I am a huge cat lover and so this play on the
The Artwork and Its Compassions Simone A. Medina Polo When I had an opportunity to write the first essay for this year’s run of Who Are We Now?, I was considering how my own position as an arts manager is symptomatic of a number of concrete socio-political conflicts – something
Three years ago, I started writing a show called Wastelands. In creating that piece, I studied the plastic waste and climate crises. I went in feeling that we were in trouble, that was the reason for writing the show, but as an artist I didn’t see what I could do. This was a job for policy-makers, scientists, and industry. My skills weren’t useful here.
I feel like I have experienced a sort of winter in our industry. Where some things must die so that new growth can emerge. I saw the sudden death of my frantic schedule. A full stop that was pleasant at first, but soon challenged our ‘the show must go on’ sensibility to ‘I guess the show doesn’t have to go on… can’t go on” sobriety