Dear Volunteer Family,
Today, I write you from my home in North Port. Sitting here in our home office, I wonder where you all are and hoping that you are all safe and healthy. In this time of hardship, it is together that we find a path forward.
At this time, the Venice Institute for Performing Arts is working diligently to ensure that we can reopen our doors when the coast is clear. In the meantime, I have decided to write you all each week to both keep you up to date, as well, I am hoping to bring a moment of happiness to your days.
This is an unprecedented moment in our history, it is a time to come together and spread a chain of positivity and gratitude. In these emails, I hope to include some fun games (feel free to print them out!), interesting videos, and much more. I hope you will all join in the fun!
Let there be art, theatre, and inspiration in your day.
Theatre Word of the Week
1. a pause or break.
This is only intermission.
Life is full of adventure, of danger, and beauty. I started my photography “career” when I was a young child, and continued on in college earning a degree from the Rochester Institute of Technology (RIT) in fine art photography. My goal then – and now – is to show the world a different perspective. When looking through a lens, things look differently. We all have our own lenses: either taught or learned, conscious or subconscious. In photography we can dig through the layers that people see every day and see something just a bit more fragile.
This is honestly the first image I found in the 3000+ images that were taken while abroad. Angelo and I had the opportunity to explore a 50,000 square foot butterfly conservatory, with over 300,000 butterflies inside (thats like 6 butterflies per square foot, if you were doing the math…). What I saw, and what Angelo saw was different.
What do you see?
This set design, for Samuel Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot” seems particularly ept to me at this time. The white outline and shape reference that of a book, reminding us that we all have a story to tell. The story of this period of our lives is reflected in the story of Godot- the narrative that we are waiting for what is next, that even when their is no story arc we are still here, we are still seen. This isn’t a piece I’ve connected to in the past as much as been curious about the lack of “traditional” plot elements- beyond that I found the idea of a story without any real story meaningless. Now, stuck at home for an undefined amount of time, I take solace in stories like these- in the fact that the story of staying still and waiting is not new, but one that has been told throughout time.
See Washington Post Article: A rock. A road. A tree. How set designers for 20th century’s most famous play change it up.