Summer 2025
AUGUST - Honoring a Mentor - One year ago we launched the first phase of the SQUIRE project in Ashland, Oregon, to honor the great theatre artist James Edmondson. Jim was in the room, beaming away, and surrounded by generations of mentees from the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. He has since passed away, and we joined the gathering to celebrate his grand life, with colleagues of old. The next phase of SQUIRE begins with work on an updated version of the book, and early planning for a research trip to England & Scotland. JUNE & JULY: Prepping Hudson River projects - Deep research and writing, related to genealogy & ancestry, and other matters of New Amsterdam in the 1600's. Looking ahead to AUTUMN: A trip to Pittsburgh, to begin the deep-dive at the William Ball Collection in the Carnegie Mellon University Archives. Long wished-for, and now a properly real thing, this special opportunity will re-animate the Backstage Left essays & interviews project: a narrative that gazes back at the American Conservatory Theatre in the mid 1970's.
Spring 2025
MAY: Re-Searching and Re-Membering - Life can be surprising and challenging...and sometimes the Universe requires one to stop and turn attention to larger matters. We penned and presented a eulogy for a dear friend & colleague under the redwood trees in Marin, accompanied by bagpipes, and met an actual Roosevelt family member there. APRIL & MARCH: Spring Leaning A favorite phase of our work is "pre-production" and when are we not "in it" we are putting together publications, securing venues, and organizing for special events. The days are filled with ingenuity, and hilarity, and deep art, thanks to our many colleagues.
Winter 2024
FEBRUARY & JANUARY: A Chapter in Puget Sound - This is old stomping ground with so many remarkable artistic colleagues. Work begins on re-writes for Squire, as well as meetings for the Fools Project. The ongoing research and writing work of The Resplendent West project continues. DECEMBER: Now is the Winter of Our Discontent - Heavens, what was that? A November of sorrow that sounded like the meteor that must have spooked the dinosaurs. (Hmmm. A reunion with The Inkwellians is perhaps on the menu. Feathers must fly. Meetings are planned. Love must win the day.)