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Directors Lab North – A Reflection

Photo by John Gundy

Director’s Lab North was one of those bizarrely beautiful experiences that you don’t see coming and don’t even know that you need, until you’re right smack in the middle of it, exhausted from all the honest self-discoveries and exhilarating professional exploration. I remember taking a moment on the last day of the week-long directing intensive at Tarragon Theatre to discover I had truly re-calibrated how I see myself as a theatre artist, re-discovered some of the artistic values I forgot were vital to my practice, and re-imagined a new, bold future for myself as a regional artist living in Canada.

This is a picture of Richard Rose, the artistic director of the Tarragon Theatre, and the back of my head when I interviewed him on day 2.
Photo by John Gundy

Pat the Dog Theatre Creations sent me to Director’s Lab North as part of a project called Regional Women Lead, which was created as a grass-roots solution to gender inequities for women from regional centres working in Canadian theatre. To provide a little context, I live and work as a theatre artist outside Toronto, which to the theatre community may seem like a difficult, or maybe even outrageous decision to make. See, I grew up in Goderich, Ontario, and consider myself extremely fortunate to have gone to school, trained, lived, and worked in theatre in Toronto for 10 years after high school, but I made the seemingly bold choice to continue pursuing my career in the arts outside the major urban centre that is Toronto. A few years ago, my partner and I moved to Cambridge, Ontario, and probably to the surprise of many of my friends and family, my career in theatre has continued to flourish, not dwindle. My love for storytelling strengthened, not diminished, and I am fortunate to see a bright future full of incredible opportunities ahead. I am a big believer that stories from and about regional areas are just as authentically Canadian and certainly as important as those from inside the boarders of the GTA. I personally connect to stories by and about rural people and places, so I have dedicated myself to this pursuit as an academic and practitioner with my whole heart. That’s why I jumped at the chance to work with Pat the Dog Theatre Creations on the Regional Women Lead project and was honoured with the opportunity to represent regional women at Director’s Lab North this past June.

Here playwright and artistic director of fu-GEN David Yee is talking to us about Paper Series.
Photo by John Gundy (I’m second from the right holding the red cup)

Director’s Lab asks a group of 30 theatre directors, hand-picked by the lab’s co-ordinators Evan Tsitsias and Esther Jun for their diverse backgrounds and training, to clear their schedule from 10am to 10pm for 7 days in June. Based out of the Tarragon Theatre in Toronto, we spent our days getting to know the other talented participants of the lab and learning from highly skilled theatre practitioners such as Stafford Arima, Richard Rose, and Jill Carter by participating in workshops and listening to interviews. Plus, we attended select Luminato Festival performances created by some of Canada’s most celebrated artists such as Ronnie Burkett, Nicole Brooks, and Erin Brubacher, who were available to us to discuss their practice in detail the very next day! Yup, it’s really quite amazing if you’re looking for an opportunity to develop your skills and grow, not only as a theatre director, but as any kind of artist working in theatre.

Here the fabulous indigenous artist Jill Carter is making me smile quite a bit mid-exercise.
Photo by John Gundy

This combination of practical skill building, more academic discussions, watching completed work, and dissecting the creative process, was an intense experience to say the least! But this jam-packed week demanded substantial growth in a short amount of time, pushed me to identify where my creative blind spots are or where I should reach out for further training and help. What was probably even more surprising was that this experience also pushed me to recognize my strengths as a regional theatre creator, and celebrate them more openly. Like many artists, I am often in my head, bogged down by that annoying self-doubt and crisis of confidence, but there’s no time to overthink at Director’s Lab! You must act, be present, and honour the truth that comes out in the moment in the rehearsal room. There’s nothing like needing to react to get you out of your head! I found myself unapologetically declaring what I can bring to the table and what I value most as a theatre artist.

Photo by John Gundy

Feb 28, 2016 – Kawartha Cabin Part 2

Alone here this time.

Well not alone – with Winston, my dog.

Instead of a vacation the Kawartha cabin becomes my office.

My office with a wood stove & bunk beds & a view of the storm

puffing in just after we arrive.

The open field, through the door’s window, losing its top layer of snow.

The wind – the bully – pushing and shoving the snow up

only to let her fall back down again

confused and suddenly covered with a new fresh layer from the sky.

The camera unable to distinguish between flakes flying sideways.

Pale lines against the pines captured.

The drive here dry.

Dry and cold enough for me to park through the meadow.

Driving over hard mud, thinly masked with ice.

The wheels bumping, the water cracking

that free feeling where you’re not sure if you’re going to be stuck.

Here on my own this time.

Must seem peculiar to Glen and Yvonne

my airBnB landlords again for the next 60 hours or so.

My reading week I explain, I teach

and I’m a writer too I guess

a playwright mostly, they nod, like nice people do.

Glen asks about a comedy for his town in the summer.

I say something about Norm Foster

like he needs any more work in rural Canada.

Before going back up to the farm

Glen said something about coyotes

and the pup’s droppings drawing them near.

“Bobcaygen” is coming out of the shower radio

a Christmas present from my father.

Bobcaygen in Bobcaygen

How could I be so lucky?

Nostalgia for me

Identity for them

Do you think there’s a limit on how many times they can play that in a year?

I’m excited to hear it really.

Nobody plays the tragically hip in Toronto

but we do have tall men with no teeth

who say stuff like, “Who’s walking who?”

when I’m out with my dog

standing together waiting for the light.

At the cabin Winston runs

free from concrete and leashes.

I worry I’ll lose him to the squirrels and the birds

but he’s pretty good at finding me.

3am fires almost out

but with the help from old news

and a splinter in my right hand

she’s back full force.

I look at the dog annoyed at the movement

I guess he’s right it’s too early

to write on my own in the dark

or is it too late?

There’s howling outside.

Winston’s immediately alert.

Glen’s coyotes have come.

I know the door’s locked

but I check again to be sure.

The dog mistakes this for a sign

for an early morning walk to the howls

and I spend the next hour

petting him to sleep

breathing my heart to rest.

The moon much too large to fit in the window.

Feb 13, 2016 – Kawartha Cabin

The dog licking his paws cold from the snow

tucked in next to him on the bottom bunk

reading his Rolling Stone 90s edition

a reprint of past articles zeroing in on that nostalgia factor

Britney Spears, Tupac Shakur, Red Hot Chili Peppers, & Nirvana of course

Bill Callahan playing from the dying ipod speakers

filling the Kawartha Cabin our retreat

3 nights, 4 days

On the way here three cars in the ditch.

A woman in a fur coat sitting in an impala smashes through a wire fence

The tow truck scratching its head as to how to retrieve her.

Another car facing the other way as confused as we are

as to how it got that way.

A third, an orange SUV, head first in snow.

If it had cartoon legs, they would be kicking up in the the air.

We pick a few wrong lane ways first.

He shrugged walking up to a small church

recently renovated to house a small family.

Everyone: dogs, humans, cats pile out pointing behind

to the farm with many horses and one pony

an impulse buy we’re told later by Yvonne and Glen

our airBnB landlords for the weekend.

The horses follow our every move as we step outside the car

Our pup pretending to be brave

Their long faces, their hard hooves

A growl full of hot air.

The cabin at the back of the property.

Quiet & hot from the wood stove

Oil lamps soon in need to be lit

Dark coming up on us

Unpacking, rummaging, organizing, dinner, bed – early

That stiff feeling all around

Air real

able to take up space

Reminding our city necks how to inhale

And I wake up cold

It’s country dark in here – like when I was ten.

His survival skills tested as he brings the fire back to full force

The dog finds that warm spot against the back of my knees

I miss being in a room this dark I hear him thinking.

Both country kids, albeit different parts of the world

Toronto residents now where the work is

The cabin’s bottom bunk full

with man, woman, and dog.