A final musing, to send you all on your way after this, your final week as an Acting Apprentice at FST. Some of you may be sticking around, some of you are headed home, or off to a boat, or the big city. Do not forget that you will always have an artistic home here.
Also do not forget that wherever you go, that place and those people within it are IN PROCESS. It is an illusion to think that something (or someone) has always been the way it is. A place transforms by virtue of the point of view of the one looking at it. Those young playwrights who visited this past weekend, from Russia and Israel and Camden and Bradenton, they saw this village of theatres in an entirely different way. Because of the way they arrived here. Because of both the distance and circumstance of their visit.
When you arrived at FST, you saw it a certain way. You see it differently now. And yet you don’t see it the way I do, or the way Caroline does, or the way Richard does, because we all arrived at different times and for different reasons. You never saw the Bowne’s Lab as an empty hole, as I did. You never saw the Gompertz with one bathroom, which thankfully I never did either. You never saw the Goldstein as just an empty patch of grass. You never knew Beth Duda, who was a long-time FST actress, teacher, playwright, Director of Education, and my first direct supervisor when I arrived in December of 2012. Beth moved on, but left me with a totem I cherish. She had some background in the circus, and circus folk would not say “goodbye” to each other. They would say… see you down the road.
I love that. And I pay it forward to you. We will never all be the same community we are at this moment, but all of us, surely, in this ever-shrinking world, will see each other, in some way, at some place, down the road.
As long as you keep putting one foot in front of the other, with integrity.
Theatre pro, amateur yogi, and competent home cook.