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Many More Stories

A co-design activity in which participants were asked to create prototypes of an accessible web-based physical simulation using marble run toys. These prototypes were then used as the basis for collective sketching of user interfaces that were designed from the beginning to be inclusive of different ways of perceiving and accessing the simulation. Photo by Colin Clark.

This is the first in a series of articles capturing the planned conversations and discussions at the inaugural Festival of Live Digital Art (foldA), in Kingston ON, June 19-June 21, 2018. Colin Clark writes about a conversation presented on the dock at Thousand Islands Playhouse titled “Think Different” between Clark, Carmelle Cachera, Brett Christopher, moderated by Remington North.


Today, I’d like to talk about the margins. The margins of the book we dreamily scribble and sketch in, the margins we’re relegated or confined to, or the margins we commit to and find our communities within. Can we trace a network of marginal zones—to find the possibility of new intersections among these margins, productive spaces for collaboration and creativity? Could these margins be the source of new ways of thinking and being in the world with technology? A source of innovation and of thinking not just differently, but diversely?

Stenciled graffiti of a Judith Butler quote, “The point is not to stay marginal, but to participate in whatever network of marginal zones is spawned from other disciplinary centers and which, together, constitute a multiple displacement of those authorities.” Photo by Colin Clark.

Digital technologies have an uncanny capacity to reconfigure our social relations—to collapse boundaries while simultaneously generating new margins and exclusions, even as they claim to tell a universal and utopian story. But it seems it’s always the same story, told over and over again as if it were a new story. It is worrisomely easy to read between the lines of this story and see how technologies are amplifying disparities in our society. Work, for everyone, is increasingly becoming sporadic, precarious, uncertain, and underpaid. Here, too, artists have been at the forefront. Gigs have become a whole new economy now—”We can’t pay you, but it will be good exposure.”

It’s not all so bleak, though. There’s another story, too. In the twenty or so years I’ve been doing inclusive design, I’ve seen the way technologies have opened up whole new fields of expression and interconnection for people with disabilities—social engagements that simply weren’t possible without technologies like instant messaging, the mobile web, or the internet of things. Artists, too, have found marvelous new forms of expression, of seeing and hearing and being in our bodies with technology.

Technology, as Ursula Franklin defined it so simply and clearly, is a practice; it’s “how we do things around here.”* This is to say, and perhaps I’m pointing out the obvious, that the ways in which we create our technologies—the techniques and values and social dynamics that we practice with, and invest within them—will have fundamental shaping effects on the kinds of technologies we can create, and on what can be done and expressed with them.

So much of today’s extractive “innovations,” I feel, are being formed from a myopic design culture, one which too often assumes that everyone is the same—or at least can be modelled in the same ways. That difference can only be expressed by a choice between products; that “users” are just passive consumers that can be modelled and predicted as what Katherine Behar calls “personalities without people,” data points in a social network’s advertising algorithms, unlatched from their context and temporality, with a logic all their own*.

So, if technology is, at heart, an expression of social practices, then I think we need to spend some time thinking through what kinds of practices, what models of sociality, are most important to us. And it seems to me that artists and storytellers are uniquely and sensitively attuned to precisely these kinds of questions. We understand that a story simultaneously creates a new kind of abstraction—a new possibility for being in the world—and also has the capacity to represent people in their wholeness and specificity.

In contrast, I’ve noticed that most technology design methods that are practiced in industry today tend to adopt certain outmoded anthropological and ethnographic narratives without question. Like the idea that a design researcher can be an objective, impassive observer of real-world practice, and that their primary role then is to expertly synthesize, extract, essentialize, and then model the diverse people they observed into a “persona,” or fictional character. But this kind of abstraction is storytelling cliché—it’s retelling the same story over again. As Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie says, “The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story.*”

Artwork by Colin Clark.

Technologies today are predicated on a fascinating and fundamental dichotomy: of designers and users. In its defence, this dichotomy might be a productive one, and it certainly seems to be familiar to us here in the theatre or in music or cinema, where we have artist and audience. But increasingly, this distinction strikes me as one that aims to keep us in our place, to a establish a hierarchy of those who have the power to create, and those who simply “use.”

Yet technologists, as I see it, have to make room for these new stories—to make space for the creativity of the people who use our systems, who make themselves at home in our technology environments every day. Everyone can be a creative contributor to the design process if they want to be and are allowed to be. But it takes some new and different ways of doing things.

Co-design is the process of designing with, not simply for. At the Inclusive Design Research Centre, where I work, we have been practicing co-design for a number of years, learning the hard way and the only way—by experimentation, by making mistakes, and by always asking questions. By asking the people on the excluded edges, or simply those who might otherwise just be “users,” to be part of the design process from the beginning, by asking them, “What role do you want to play in this process, and how can I help you?” 

Co-design takes time; it requires diverse voices to be invited to the table; it needs to be tailored to the unique context and situation that a design intervenes into; and it demands that all participants have equal access to the information—plans and work in progress—that is essential for responsible decision-making and contribution.

Co-design has to be reciprocal. It isn’t about allowing people to participate, it’s about practicing in ways that are self-aware of the profound power and privilege that technologists have, and in finding ways to fully share and give up that power. It’s not enough simply to ask people for feedback—to “let us know what you think!” Participants in co-design need to know that their input, their ideas, have power and influence. Co-design demands the knowledge that your ideas will be heard, that they can have a direct influence, and that the mechanisms and processes by which they will potentially be enacted are clear and accountable. 

Public consultation activity by Sidewalk Labs, in which visitors to the opening of the 307 Lakeshore offices were asked to “Let us know what you think” by sharing their views on a variety of issues related to the Quayside project in Toronto. Photo by Colin Clark.

The other aspect of the “co-” in co-design is community. Technical practice needs to be situated within the context of communities, especially those in which the participants have an opportunity to continue to be involved in the process, to feel a sense of autonomy and stewardship over the work they’ve contributed to. Fluid, an open source community that Jutta Treviranus and I started in 2007, has evolved as a community to support the engagement of people who might not feel that they belong, or would be welcomed, in the traditionally technocratic environment of open source software development. Fluid has, over the years, attracted a small and dedicated group of designers, developers, artists, users, people with disabilities, and others who are dedicated to inventing new ways to design collaboratively, and new software tools to support what I call “material systems”—software that you can change and redesign yourself, in connected ways, without needing to be expert programmers*.

As I said earlier, I think artists can uniquely help lead the way toward new technological practices—new ways of “doing things around here.” Artists, I think, are the ones who can best think outside, connect the margins, who are willing dream and do the things that seem might too weird, inefficient, or impractical to others. Artists can tell many more stories, from different perspectives—stories that are specific and whole, rooted in history and materiality, yet still full of abstract possibilities for new forms and social connections.


*Franklin, Ursula. The Real World of Technology. House of Anansi, 1999. p.6
*Behar, Katherine. “Personalities Without People.” The Occulture, March 21, 2018.
*Ngozi Adichie, Chimamanda. “The Danger of a Single Story.” TED. July 2009. Lecture.
*Clark, Colin. Insignificant Surfaces: Cinema, Systems, and Embodiment. MFA Thesis. OCAD University, 2016.

Thought Residency: Rosina Kazi

So this is a prayer to the Creator and to the Gods and to the Goddesses and to the Ancestors and to my Mother who has passed.

I ask that you continue to look after us and our friends and our families and those who have um the least or who are the most marginalized and I ask that you continue to guide us to peace and prosperity.

 

My thoughts for today is that I’m really thankful and I feel so blessed that I’ve been able to pursue being a full time artist and musician.

I grew up in the Bangladeshi community in Toronto where art and politics went hand in hand that we weren’t…necessarily encouraged to become full time artists. But with…growing up with that community empowered me with such amazing people and arts practices that I just continued to do it. And being South Asian and Queer in an arts scene that doesn’t always show the diversity of Toronto um but yet it’s to be a part of it and to celebrate it is very humbling and I’m very appreciative and I’m tired.

 

Out the Window 2018.

A question came up in my thoughts today have been around how do we create collective memory.

 

We voted today in Ontario and Doug Ford still won. This is absolutely horrible and we gotta figure out how to get out of this provide.

God.

 

Working on a theatre production with diverse artists and theatre practitioners around issues around police violence and civilian casualties and the loss of lives of those who are deemed marginalized in our society has been really…has really been thought provoking and brings me some hope and some…some sort of…I don’t know how to explain this but…makes me feel a little bit better considering all the shit that’s happening in the world.

Out the Window 2018.

Thought Residency: Kim Senklip Harvey

Endings are the hardest to write…or at least that is what I was taught once..i.t was a teaching passed on to me. And this is it everyone, this it it…the end of my ah thought residency so if you’ve listened in from the beginning how generous of you umm.. if you’re just tuning in – til next time. Thank you umm, to Sarah Garton Stanley the Spider Web Show team and umm…really thinking about writers today and their journeys and creators in general and the compassion and love and generosity we need to give them all and I’m sending out love to each and everyone of you. Sechanalyagh, limelet, Kim out haha!

 

I’m thinking about the life of a play…and it’s stages and really trying to…relook at..what it means…to go on the journey of writing…and..producing and then the latter of how the play lives after that. Umm you know you have some playwrights who go on to their ya know draft 70 something and it’s always alive…and I’m just wondering and I think its probably different with each work, how long a play still lives and when do you let it become still.

 

How do we help…our fellow…practitioners, when they feel like their voices haven’t been heard? Or they feel like…kindness or generosity hasn’t been extended to them. I know it’s happened to me but I feel like I’m creating a career and positioning myself to have agency over the way I feel that I’m being treated. Especially when they are Elders, your Elders. How do we support them?

 

I’m thinking about the responsibility we have to serve, the public or the broader community umm as artists who are sometimes and or primarily and or um entirely funded by public dollars. How do we hold ourselves accountable to the public and what does that mean and what does that look like? As Indigenous artist I feel like knowledge sharing is embedded in my practice. I’m thinking about..I’m curious about um what others are doing.

 

The growth after a fire is really is really interesting me…ummm last summer in the Tsilhqot’in…there were really umm forceful and giant fires happening and a lot of my family helped and the community fought off the fires themselves and this is the first time that I’ve been back and I’m seeing the fires guards and the effects of what happened and I’m also seeing new growth and that’s really interesting umm me in trying to understand the uh impact of when a fire blazes through a community and what that means.

 

Origin stories…how does it happen?!….I have sooo many questions…howwww….hooowwww.. when we look up at the sky…and I’m looking at the clearest sky, how did we get here? Probably just a really bad scifi movie…but  that’s where I’m at right now…I’m asking my friends…I’m asking my family…on this long weekend…we had to like my families grave. Oooooof everyone out there is questioning how’d we’d get here…I’m right there with you!!! How do we get there?

 

Ottawa..is derived originally uhh from an Anishinaabe word which means to trade…because of the many and beautiful rivers they have in this territory…they established very sophisticated uhh trade routes, between Nations and for themselves and when I look at these rivers…I am reminded of the journeys, the water holds those memories, I ah- it’s really making me remember. Someone once told me that water is our oldest history book, it holds all of our stories and umm I feel really fortunate to be able to spend some time on the Anishinaabe territory. Sechanalyagh for having me.

 

Decolonial love……what is it? …A friend of mine’s been..giving me some of Leanne Simpson’s…passages and letting me read her books and I’m…falling..decolonial and colonially in love with Leanne Simpson…..what does it mean? Is it possible how do we do it? What did love look like..before the settlers came here?……………I really don’t know..but I’m so fascinated by it all….

 

When I was in my early twenties ummm bees use to follow me…or find me, I dunno one or the other. One time a bee uhhhh sat on my shoulder, for like two or three blocks and we just walked. And I’ve been in Odawa for about a week now and the bees have found me…and this one beautiful bumble bee in particular keeps saying hello and I want to say sechanalyagh to the bees, for reminding me about um the community, the people and the hive mind- and there’s one right here- awwwwww limelet animal world.

 

Having power is a privilege…and I’m interested in…when we all take an inventory of the power that we have…1. I think we always underestimate how much power we have, there’s a lot of points in various parts of our lives we can assert ourselves and then 2. How do we leverage it? How do we hold people who have power…to account to ensure they are deseminsting it equitably. How do we do that? How do we inspire people to be courageous enough to do that? I dunno.

 

My Great Great Grandfather Johnny Tselaxi’tsa was the Chief of my people and he was an incredible ambassador and representative for out peoples rights, sovereignty and for the equitable treatment of the Syilx people. He travelled all around the world, there are stories of him going to Buckingham Palace demanding to meet with the King, going down to Rome to meet with the Pope. Speaking on behalf of our people and I think about him often when I travel, and I hope that I accurately and passionately and rightly represent the voice of the people that I current represent today. So, headed of to PACT, safe travels everyone. All my relations.

 

There’s something about walking slowly that I enjoy so much. And some people say they walk slow, and they don’t. Cause I walk really slow, you could, you could almost say I’m walking backwards. But there’s something about the ability to, breath and think and contemplate at that pace that allows it…allows the thought to…resonate of off things, that I…love. So I’m slowing it down everybody, I’m kicking it down a notch.

 

In As You Like It, Rosalind says to Duke Frederick, “we do not inherit treason” but don’t we? Don’t we all inherit, whatever all our predecessors do and steward us? Don’t we all inherit everything that they do, treason, good, bad, the ugly? That line is really sticking with me right now. I think, if not, or if we don’t or if we do, whose accountable for it all then, how do we, compensate or recognize that? Whose accountable?

 

I was listening to Stop Podcasting Yourself on my lunch break, which is one of my…*car honks…favourite…omg Quelemia Sparrow I think just waved at me hahahah. Umm one of my favourite podcasts and it got me thinking about something I’ve been focusing about with my artistic practice, where for the past couple of years I’ve been trying to investigate, with Kamloopa, why living in sustained joy or happiness is so difficult.

And I was just thinking about how I think..I think..hahaha..laughing out loud is the doorway to it so I’m gonna..I’m gonna to keep doing it, and I hope ya’ll keep doing it to. Let’s do it more than um, more than we type it.

 

I’m walking home from rehearsal on the Musqueam, Tsleil-Waututh and Skxwú7mesh peoples territories. On their land and I’m looking out at a body of water, with a lot of people hanging around a lot of people on it and wondering if anyone is taking a second thought, or any thought to recognize whose land their on, what does it mean and how our presence impacts it all. That’s what I’m thinking about.

Thought Residency: Camila Diaz-Varela

Hello this is Camila and this is my eleventh thought.

I don’t really have any like, thought out thoughts about this but I just wanted to kinda of reflect on crying at work. In my last thought I said I almost cried at a picture, which is true but um, I mean like, just crying as part of the process. I mentioned I’m a recovering actor, meaning I’m trying to find my way in now having tried to recover from past difficult times when it comes to acting and performing. And I just find myself wanting to cry a lot more than I ever remember. And I mean just as I’m working, as I’m figuring out things. This is very emotional work I guess so the crying is a release? I don’t really know what else to say about it except that I’ve just been trying to embrace it and just allowing myself to cry and not shame myself for it. Yeah. Solidarity to those who cry.

Hey, this is Camila and this is my 10th thought.
Yeah, I just saw a picture of yarrow – this beautiful plant – that my friend posted, just popping through the snow and it’s beautiful green leaves – you should look up it (?!!), it’s so delicate and gorgeous – and it just popped up, through the snow, and it’s bright green lime self,  and I almost cried. And the show I’m working on is just about the open too, and I think all of us are feeling that shoot bright green through the snow feeling which is so special.
And I just really love… just to expand more on the spring thoughts, it’s like: these seeds were planted in the fall. They were dropped, they incubated, and now they’re here. Shloop. But you know what I love about seeds? Seeds are ancient. There are brand new seeds that come every year but I always think that they’re an amalgamation of everything the plant learned that year. So they just add what they learned and then they drop another seed, and there’s just so much. So this is this year’s try. What are we gonna try this year?

 

Hi! This is Camila and this is my ninth thought.
Today I’m thinking about, I don’t know, the stories we tell each other. The stories we tell each other casually. I think theatre is so beautiful as a way to highlight stories and bring them into a (sometimes literal) spotlight, but there’s always these mini stories we tell each other right? You know? About what happened in our day or something we heard, and I find those endlessly fascinating.
And I guess a source of a lot of interesting times and fascination for me is this garden in the Citadel Theatre building. It’s this humid conservatory of tropical plants and I’m like “what is this doing in the middle of this theatre?”. And I’ve heard some stories. Like it’s actually a public park and the guy who built the McLab Theatre – this big theatre, this thrust theatre – just put it in there. That the plants come from the Muttart Conservatory. That there are cockroaches. But also it’s so beautiful. Yeah. Just a bunch of stories hanging around the leaves of that place.

Hey! This is Camila and this is my 8th thought.

It’s kind of expanding on something I was thinking about earlier in the month, about force and ease when learning new things, and this is kind of building off of that. I have new words now. I’m talking specifically about an example in circus – there’s a bunch of circus in the show I’m doing, like aerial stuff and tricks and parkour – and we were talking about the adrenaline rush you get, the healthy respect you have for the work, because you could literally die. It’s very dangerous.

But the play between adrenaline and skill. You can’t – yes, there’s going to be adrenaline, but you can’t rush anything. You actually have to be so still within the rushing, and that takes skill and craft.

And I feel that way about acting too sometimes. Sometimes you manipulate yourself emotionally into these states and it’s just adrenaline and pushing, but the skill is maybe not that. Yeah.

 

Hey. This is Camila and this is my 7th thought. Consent is the bomb. Consent is the shit. I swear in every single situation. Not just in the rehearsal hall, but, in the rehearsal hall it’s amazing. Because, basically, when you really connect with your scene partner and are on the same page, and agree to push boundaries together, that is magic.

And it’s not just a sexual thing, it’s not just like when the scene is getting intimate, or you have to get in there, or whatever. Any kind of scene partner, because you’re building a relationship with someone. You’re building a relationship as a professional artist but also as the characters, and it’s just so liberating. It’s so liberating.

And just basically: when you assume and you push things, push emotional states, manipulate, and are alone in your pushing, that’s scary for you and, guess what – it’s scary for the other person. So pro tip: don’t do that. Consent is awesome. Try it out.

Ooh and just to clarify, affirmative consent. I’m talking about affirmative consent.

 

This is Camila. This is my 6th thought. They’re little thought snippets.

Thought snippert number one: Spring is a secret hustler. It starts off really cold and right at the end – boom – it blooms. And that’s only what we see. It’s secret because all the work happens underground, underneath the surface. There’s lots of activity right now but it’s just inside. And that’s badass.

Thought number two: Change is constant, but I am the seed and the soil of that change, so I can shape how it grows. And that’s important to remember.

And then, the last part is just: I like that my voice can change. I like that I can name a new chapter and the story goes on.

 

Hi! This is Camila and this is my fifth thought.

I mean, in a nutshell, I’m thinking a lot about perfectionism. This is something I think about constantly when I’m making… anything. Anything, point blank. But definitely when it comes to making art, making theatre. Perfectionism, as in my own. And today it manifested in a lot of thoughts that sounded like ‘well, a good artist would do this’, or ‘you should do this’ or ‘this is how it should feel’, and ‘this is how it should be’ and that’s the least fun way to make anything, right? But then there’s a balance. I know people can relate to this, but today that has been my day. Just really considering and being in conversation with my inner perfectionist little gremlin. Love you gremlin. Can we be friends?

 

Hey! This is Camila and this is my fourth thought.

My brain feels like total mush today because I spent the whole day writing for a bunch of different projects, and my brain is now mashed potatoes. And so it’s almost like a waiting room in a video game. And this is what it sounds like, also. Musically. (She plays the omnichord.) Yeah. That’s called the writing brain mush theme. 2018, April. That’s what it is. It’s official.

 

Hi, this is Camila Diaz-Varela and this is my third thought.

Yesterday in a fight choreography session, we were learning a new sword sequence and there was some really interesting thought that got dropped, some wisdom, and it was this: the first time you do a fight, or learn a fight, you usually just go full throttle, full energy, full grip into it and it’s not unusual to be sore the next day. But the more that you practice the fight, the more that you refine where exactly to put your energy, the less sore you become and the more strong you become. And I thought that was a good thought for life really.

 

Hi! This is Camila Diaz-Varela and this is my second thought.

Today’s thought is about the springtime. It’s the spring guys. It’s awesome. It’s awesome. I’m in Ontario – no I’m not, I’m in Edmonton right now. I usually am in Ontario in the spring, and the lands are very different. Edmonton is much more north, much more west. But they both have wild leeks that grow, which is pretty cool. Probably different varieties, but they look very similar. So something I’ve been looking forward to, a little connection to home, is looking at the ground trying to see if I can spot any wild leeks on my way to work. I do cross a number of forests so I’ve got a pretty good chance. If anybody in Alberta sees any wild leeks, hit me up, tweet me. I want to know.

 

Doo doo doo.

Hey, this is Camila Diaz-Varela and this is my first thought. It is about wholeness. I find it really easy to compartmentalize myself, and it’s a way that I’ve been able to survive for the part couple of years as an artist. Trying to separate the different things that I do. I’m a theatre maker, playwright, musician, arts administrator, recovering actor, and I’m realizing that part of my healing as an actor – which I’m doing right now, quite actively – is remembering my wholeness as a person. If my neck is stressed, it’s not just my neck. It’s my whole back, down to my legs. Never forget you’re a whole thing, and it’s actually really cool.

Seeking Out Conflict

(from left) Makambe Simamba and Valerie Planche. Photo by Mike Tan.

Winners and Losers is described as “a conversation between lifelong friends”. It is a Governor General award nominated play written by James Long and Marcus Youssef, who are actual long-time friends.

The two sit at a table and play a game they made up that debates whether people, places or things are winners or losers. The game begins innocently enough, but inevitably creates tension between the two friends, calling into question their closest relationships and most deeply held beliefs about themselves and others.

While the performance of Winners and Losers feels like it might be 50% improvised, it’s probably closer to 90% scripted – though the published script was created almost entirely from transcripts of improvised conversation.

James and Marcus suggest others approaching new productions of the script “use [the] text as a guide in developing a new show that is built on the frame or structure of this one”. This was the challenge I chose to undertake with my company, Chromatic Theatre, in early 2016.

I quickly set about to find two actors who I thought might be a compelling pair for this artistic process. Some careful thought led me to Ellen Close and Makambe K. Simamba, two of my artistic colleagues that I was excited to work with, and who I thought would be great fits for the type of show that asks you to put parts of your real lived experience out into the world for public consumption. They were both keen and interested to be involved with the adaptation, and eager to get to know each other better.

The plan was to create a dramaturgical skeleton for the play. We broke the existing text down into beats based on form and function, rather than beats based on content. What was the purpose of each beat? Where did the plot turns occur? What were the mechanisms leading up to each shift?

Hanging the improvised text on the dramaturgical skeleton. Makambe Simamba and Valerie Planche. Photo by Mike Tan.

We then began to play the game of winners and losers, improvising conversations based on topics we thought might be compelling. At its heart, James’ and Marcus’ play is about social class, and we chose our topics hoping that they would lead to a major ideological difference. The clear starting point was to focus on the differences between these two performers: race and parenthood. One performer is Zambian, the other is Canadian; one performer is a mother, the other is not.

It turns out that Ellen and Makambe have a lot in common beyond these obvious differences. Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that finding the heart of our play was much more challenging than I had anticipated. Through our first week of explorations, only one consistent conflict began to emerge: spirituality vs. rationality.

We had planned to rehearse four weeks over four months. Halfway through our second week together, Ellen realized that the conflict we were pursuing was manufactured. She took a very brave step and suggested that there was limited artistic rigour in pursuing a path that encouraged lightly held artistic opinions to be contrived into fundamental beliefs. At the end of the day, and despite all appearances, she and Makambe simply had too much in common to achieve a fulfilling central conflict. To remedy this, she decided she would step away from the project to make space for another voice that would be a more compelling foil for Makambe’s.

This shook me to my artistic core. Ellen is an artist that I very much respect, who has a long history in new work creation and practice at using personal experience to fuel the creative process. If she didn’t want to be in my project, did that mean it was bad? Was I a bad artist? Her decision challenged me into questioning if the artwork I wanted to do had artistic integrity or value.

In the middle of the creation process, this was terrifying, humbling, and challenging. I had never felt so vulnerable… but this wasn’t about me. This was about the pursuit of artistic rigour. It was about making sure we didn’t half-ass the project and put out a product that we weren’t proud of. Ellen and Makambe said they still believed in the project, and Ellen restated her commitment to ensuring the project was completed – just with the right people.

So, with two weeks left in the development schedule, the three of us set out to find a new actor. Again, there was some guesswork involved. Without a life-long friendship to challenge, how would we know that any artist would work in the way we needed with Makambe? The three of us put our heads together and threw ideas around until we came up with a person who excited us: Valerie Planche, an established actor and director in Calgary. Pros: she’s well known, vocal about her opinions, and a mainstay of the Calgary theatre community. Cons: she’s not done much devised work, is of a different generation, none of us knows her very well.

We decided to ask her; what did we have to lose?

Valerie was not only interested in the project, but excited about it! Makambe and I took all that we learned and dove back into the process with Valerie along for the ride. And things started to work.

(from left) Valerie Planche, Jenna Rodgers, and Makambe Simamba. Photo by Mike Tan.

It turned out that her being part of a different generation was a huge positive factor – she was so game to talk about her experiences and fascinated to learn about Makambe’s. It wasn’t easy, but this time we started to get content that felt right. The game started to feel interesting, which helped the process to feel rich, fulfilling, and challenging in a productive way. Makambe and Valerie were responding to each other authentically in ways that were deeply evocative and provocative. We were no longer grasping for content, instead, we were generating hours of conversation.

We sent nearly 10 hours of recorded conversations and improvisations to a transcription service, and received hundreds of pages back. In our final week together, we set to hanging the text on the original dramaturgical skeleton we had created months earlier. We finished the development process with a script and an invited reading.

I don’t think the script is quite complete – we still need to iron out a few transitions, and work on some of the more physical components of the play… but we have a script that we are proud of, and a couple of new friendships.

Maybe even some that will last a lifetime.

Reconciliation, within ourselves

A rally for Tina Fontaine. Photo by Nikki Shaffeeullah

My relationship to Canada has moved through three phases in my life so far.

As a Toronto-area kid, I believed the idea I was told: Canada was a haven for diversity, a multicultural mosaic that, above all, was a more just and peaceful place than America. I knew racism existed – I experienced it and felt it and saw it – but I believed it was possible to work against, because this country, Canada, belonged to immigrants and people who look like me as much as it did to white people.

I got older. I found myself in more spaces with Indigenous artists and activists. I was challenged, and I learned things I never knew before. I realized I had rarely before had relationships with Indigenous people because that’s how Canada had been built – through segregation, through apartheid, through genocide. I read essays like “Decolonizing Antiracism”. I realized I had been wrong.

Canada does not “belong” to whoever claims it. Racialized settlers – no matter how marginalized – cannot simply buy into the myth of Canada as the multicultural paradise that it is sold to be. I did not want to be an abettor of white colonial violence. I did not want to enact similar patterns of violence that colonized and displaced my own ancestors. I was ashamed to be Canadian. I rejected the title.

I didn’t want to be Canadian.

But, of course, I am Canadian. I can’t simply reject being Canadian because it is shameful. I am Canadian. I am a citizen of this state, a state that was built to serve settlers – white settlers, and also those who stay complicit in the settler colonial project. Now, like many of us, I am thinking about what it means to both be Canadian and accountable to the ongoing violence this state enacts.

When I first heard the words “truth and reconciliation” applied to Canada, I didn’t think it meant to suggest a reconciliation between two peoples (what a ridiculous suggestion that would be, anyway – you can’t just simply shake hands and be friends after centuries of oppression); rather, I always thought the word “reconciliation” was a call to Canadians like me to reconcile, within ourselves, two starkly different images: the one of Canada as an inclusive society where anything is possible, and the image of Canada as an illegal, violent colonial project that continues to exist and profit off of the displacement, dispossession, and deaths of Indigenous people and communities.

I can’t reconcile these ideas, because they are incompatible. What I can do is acknowledge (and grieve) my complicity in the former, and work for accountability in the latter. This state is a sum of many systems. Every single one of them that theoretically could have helped Tina Fontaine – Child and Family Services, law enforcement, the justice system – failed her. These systems failed Colten Boushie, and are failing his community. These systems fail Indigenous women, girls, two-spirit folks, youth, and communities every day – because that’s how and why they were built. Colonial power is woven through every piece of this Canadian fabric.

I want to ask us all – how are the systems we are a part of reproducing colonial violence? Do you have some bit of voice or power within the justice system, or social work, or education, health care, arts and culture, hospitality, something else? How can you shift something around you or even within yourself to help dismantle these systems? It’s time to tear them down. You are not powerless. We are not powerless. We can’t let ourselves off that easy.

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Justice for Colten by Zola_Mtl http://bit.ly/2psP55y

I originally wrote the above as a Facebook post, the morning after Raymond Cormier was found not guilty for the murder of Tina Fontaine, two weeks after Gerald Stanley was acquitted in the shooting death of Colten Boushie. SpiderWebShow invited me to republish it here, and I agreed because I really want to have this conversation with fellow non-Indigenous artists in the Canadian arts community. I am heartened to see us as a community listen and learn about what it means to meaningfully support, witness, engage, produce, and grow from the art and stories of our Indigenous colleagues. We give land acknowledgements before shows; we are sometimes earnest and often clumsy. We know there is more to do.

And I just keep thinking about Tina and Colten. I think about the young and emerging Indigenous artists I know, and the many, many more I do not know. I spend a lot of time doing theatre with young people who face structural barriers to artistic development and arts education – people of colour, LGBTQ2S youth, youth from working class, low-income and poor backgrounds, etc. This work makes me reflect on how equity (in the arts starts, and elsewhere) starts with accessible mentorship and education opportunities for those from equity-seeking communities; it reaffirms to me the importance of people having access to mentors and teachers from their own communities. In this ‘era’ of ‘reconciliation’, how can we, as the individuals who make up the Canadian arts community, invest ourselves in young Indigenous artists?

I know you are with me on this, Canadian arts colleague reading this piece. I also know how much you have to consider your own challenges, especially when times are tough. I know how hard it can be to implicate ourselves in the colonial project. My ancestral history is wholly scarred by British colonization. Most of my ancestors, as far as I knew, came from colonized India. They were brought through the coercive and exploitative system of indentureship to the Caribbean: to Guyana, a country also colonized by the British, the ancestral land of the Carib and the Arawak and many other Indigenous nations. My parents and their families fled a Guyana wracked by the civil turmoil to Tkaronto, Dish With One Spoon Territory, the colonized land where I was born. I do not align myself with colonizers. That would be an insult to my ancestors, and to my lived experiences. But: I do know that I am afforded many of the benefits of settler colonialism here in Turtle Island.

Sometimes, when we have experiences of marginalization, we hold on to them – they are indicators of our resilience, they are legitimization of our ongoing struggles. They give us permission to be angry, to be sad, to be tired. And sometimes, this makes it harder for us to acknowledge the ways in which we benefit from other peoples’ marginalizations. To my Canadian performing arts community – especially those of us who are not rich, who are not men, who are indie, who are young, who are queer, who are people of colour – it is so easy, in our corner of the world, to feel marginalized by our status as artists and arts workers. And, we are: arts under neoliberalism means that every part of what we do is underscored by resource scarcity, work precarity, and uncertainty about the future.

Even knowing all this, how can we, as a community, commit ourselves to the health and vitality of Indigenous youth? How can we, as an arts community, commit ourselves, ongoingly, to the artistic growth of Indigenous youth? How can we, as a national community of artists, meaningfully support our Indigenous colleagues in creating space to teach and make art with their youth? How can we move resources to make this more possible? I say move resources, because I am not talking about charity – voluntary, elective giving – I am talking about reparations.

How do we help repair communities that have been harmed by a colonial project that most of us (however little or unwillingly) benefit from? I say move resources not because I assume you, reader, are resource wealthy, or that you are undeserving of resources – I mean, I am not wealthy, and I believe I am deserving – but I wonder how we each implicate ourselves in reparations, in our corner of the country? What could be transformed if, say, each of us took half a penny from every dollar we made as artists and gave it back to Indigenous artistic communities so they can invest in their artistic health, their youth? What could it look like to make reconciliation a day-to-day practice in our artistic work?

I will end with these questions because I do not have solutions. I have desire for us to keep talking to each other, and to talk to and listen to our Indigenous friends and colleagues. I hope we as an arts community can commit to finding concrete and ongoing ways to protect, lift up and celebrate Indigenous youth.

#JusticeforTinaFontaine
#JusticeforColtenBoushie

Learning To Love Being “In My Head”: Transitioning From Acting to Management

Post-It Note Office: photo by Michael Arrighi. CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

“Laura is the most cerebral actor I’ve ever worked with.”

I’m 20, sitting in a term evaluation interview for my third year of theatre school. The comment comes from the director of my first semester show who agonized over the fact that I could not, no, would not get out of my head enough to perform.

I mean, he wasn’t lying. I had slowly dropped my lines in this quasi-collective creation, replacing them with nods, handshakes, giggles, and grins. No one noticed. By the time the show opened I’d reduced my biggest role in the play to a mere seven sentences. And still, no one noticed.

Except the director, who three weeks later acknowledged my efforts by giving me the lowest grade and the burning the word “cerebral” into my memory. I had entered the program eager to learn about performing but this was the nail in the coffin; I declared I was done with acting. So, what was my interest?

When I told instructors that I wasn’t into acting anymore, none of them evaluated my list-making qualities and recommended a career change to arts management; instead they continued to do their job and make me an actor. How could I know management was the right choice if my only stab had been as a department student representative? If I was really cerebral shouldn’t I have chosen an academic program in the first place? Was this “giving up” on my dream too soon?  I was left to Google it on my own.

Me, age 7, on my first day of school. Planner from the start.

Option one was to build a time machine, go back in time, and tell high-school-Laura that acting wouldn’t work out. I jest, but it’s important to note that administrative roles, let alone administrative programs, were never explained or mentioned in any of my high school drama classes. Had I learned at that age about producing, marketing, and programming, I probably would have self-selected into a different undergraduate program from the get-go. Representation and visibility are important: had I seen someone who had my skills and desires in a fulfilling role off-stage I would have felt like I was making the right choice.

Option two (a slightly more realistic one) was to transition to a more academic theatre program, one that would have a course or two in management, or transition to an undergraduate arts management program. A brief survey of arts managers in Toronto shows that many did not graduate from conservatory arts training. Only two theatre students at Humber, where I eventually studied arts administration, came from conservatory programs. Unfortunately transitioning to an academic program was difficult: many universities will not accept college transfer credits so those who discover they’re meant for the books may have to start their undergrad all over again. In the end, I stayed in my program for fear of leaving my friends, though my heart wasn’t in it anymore.

Option three was to study management at the post-post-secondary level. Conservatory or not, undergraduate programs are not sufficient prerequisites anymore. I was lucky enough to have a degree and a diploma (shout out to joint programs!) so I could pursue a graduate program, but the average conservatory student would not be admitted to Humber or any other post-graduate program. Employers want a balance of management and a creative mind, which can only develop in an combo artistic-management setting.

After graduating, I bid goodbye to acting, applied and was accepted to the Arts Administration and Cultural Management program at Humber College. Some prospective managers rely on traditional business programs but the unique demands of artistic leadership, like navigating the charitable sector and interacting with artists, require specialized training.

Me, age 23, on my last ‘first day of school’, heading off to Humber.

Arts management is not a particularly new area of study, but the programs are scattered and inconsistent. Humber defunded their program for over five years (2009 to 2014), Western University ended their long running certificate program this past year and replaced it with a non-profit management diploma, or students who still have a passion for the art itself can apply for the joint MFA/MBA at York University.

Options outside of Ontario, like the Arts and Cultural Management certificate at MacEwan University in Edmonton, are poorly advertised on the national level, and programs in the US are astronomically expensive for international students. One girl in my cohort came from Newfoundland because there was nothing east of Quebec to educate her in what she needed to know. How is that possible?

There’s definitely a demand from the students (my year was a double-cohort of 60) though few schools are rising to the challenge. We continue to produce hundreds of theatre school grads across the country each year with limited ability as an industry to immediately employ them, yet the arts career that could use more people (hint-hint-fundraising!) has the same number of institutions as clown school.

We need a better understanding of and visibility for arts managers in theatre. Maybe if Glee had featured a character who only wanted to schedule rehearsal times and book busses to regionals the average person would understand what exactly I do every day.

Ep13.2 Sectionals: Finn Hits the Fan. But who booked the accessible bus?CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

It’s been less than a year since I graduated from Humber, but already I sense trends in our industry that make me hopeful for the next generation of arts managers. Job postings that encourage specialized programs like mine, increasing attendance at those programs, and anecdotes of high school teachers who let students produce their own work reassure me that fewer young people will feel smushed into acting when perhaps they’re meant for other things.

My biggest dream is that the next time a student is told they’re too cerebral for the stage or won’t “get out of their heads” that the comment is immediately followed with “And that’s ok.” Because it is.

The Long, Loud Resonance of Creeps

Brett Harris, Paul Beckett, Adam Grant Warren in Creeps

I first encountered CREEPS in the fall of 2004, during my last year at Memorial University in Newfoundland. One of my fellow theatre nerds (I think it was Clint Butler) flat out told me to read it.

“It’s amazing,” he said. “I think you’ll get a lot.”

He was right.

For the handful of Canadian theatre-makers who may not know the show, CREEPS follows five men “employed” in the sheltered workshops of 1970s Toronto. Men with Cerebral Palsy. Like me. More than that, when it premiered at Tarragon in 1971, CREEPS was held up as groundbreaking theatre that drew its depiction of life with disability from the playwright’s own lived experience.

From CREEPS, I grew my first impressions of the power of bodies like mine on stage. And there was David Freeman, shaking foundations with his first play – an unflinching picture of his desire to do more with his life than the few simple things for which society thought he might be fit. And there was I, an aspiring theatre-maker who also happened to have CP, reading Freeman’s words and nodding my head hard enough to give myself whiplash.

There, in the fall of 2004, CREEPS resonated with me in ways I’d never felt before. That’s the goal, I thought. Resonance. By the time I discovered the play, it was already 33 years old. But, to me, that made sense because the best stories don’t just resonate. They resonate across time. Right?

Cut to 2016. I’d left Newfoundland for Vancouver and been living here for nine years, slowly compiling a body of work in theatre, film, writing, and dance. Then, in the fall of that year, the fine folks at Vancouver’s Realwheels Theatre asked me to audition for their upcoming production of… you guessed it… CREEPS.

“Yes!” I said. “Of course! Absolutely!”

“Fantastic!” they said. “We’ll send you the script.”

I reread it. Where I’d once seen righteous indignation, I now heard whining. Where there had been the rare voices of characters I could’ve sat down to share stories with, there were now gobs of thinly-veiled victim dialogue from Tom, Jim, Sam, and Pete, characters I found almost as interchangeable as their names. What had happened?

The short answer: a lot. In 2004, I’d snap-neck nodded at every other line. So much so that, when I finished reading CREEPS for the umpteenth time, I resolved to look more closely at the ways I felt trapped and hidden, and set about changing things. In 2016, having established myself on the other side of the country and achieved some modest success – most of which had nothing to do with my expression of the capital-D-capital-E Disability Experience – I think part of me was oddly surprised to find Tom and company right where I’d left them. CREEPS, I realized, wasn’t meant to resonate across time. The Realwheels production would be a measurement of how much things had changed since 1971. 

How much was that exactly? In the 45-year history of the play, this production was billed as the first to feature a fully integrated cast of professional actors with and without disabilities. For me, that was equal parts exciting, surprising, and disappointing. Compounded with the fact that neither the show’s director, Brian Cochrane, nor Realwheels’ Managing AD, Rena Cohen identify as having disabilities, the production equation gave me pause.

Adam Grant Warren and Aaron Roderick in Creeps

I wondered who exactly this play was still resonating with: those with lived experience of disability, or those outside that experience, trying to get a look in? And if they got a look in, what would they see in such an old picture? In the end, would the audiences applaud the work as a whole, or the “inspiring” efforts of an integrated cast? And if the latter, wouldn’t that just reflect some of the very same power dynamics that were present in the workshops themselves? Even if the applause came for both the work and the “inspiration”, I wasn’t sure that would be enough for me.

Still, I auditioned. Partly out of respect for what the play had meant to me, and partly because I wanted to believe my misgivings were misplaced. I couldn’t poll the whole of each audience, but to my infinite gratitude, and their infinite credit, I didn’t need to worry about Rena and Brian. They understood their positions in the wider politics of the play. And on the occasions when they were uncertain, they stepped up and approached those with lived experience for the clarification they needed.

Which is more than I can say for myself, at least at the outset of rehearsal. There were three actors with disabilities in the production, but I was the only one with Cerebral Palsy. So, when I was eventually cast as Jim Harris, I figured at least that degree of authentic physicality was good to go.

Then I met Jeanne Morton, A consultant on the show, Jeanne had staffed in the sheltered workshop system. When Jeanne watched me as Jim, she said that maybe I should try increasing my level of spasticity. Maybe I should experiment with what folks with the condition sometimes call the “CP accent”. In essence, Jeanne was suggesting that I appear more disabled than I am.

I resisted at first. Who was this woman to tell me that I was doing Cerebral Palsy wrong? Then she explained that almost all of the people in the workshops had had more severe manifestations than mine. They experienced communication difficulties; their levels of spasticity were much higher. In short, someone like me, as I am, would probably never have been in the workshops in the first place.

As a person with Cerebral Palsy, I felt the resonance again; this time on a different frequency. In 2004, I’d seen CREEPS as a reflection of my own lived reality. In 2016, by the light of the choices I’d made and the opportunities I’d had, Jim Harris – and the play as a whole – had become a reminder of the privilege, ability, and uncommon luck that had kept me blissfully ignorant of what the sheltered workshops had meant to their occupants, and to society, just one short decade before I was born.

As an artist I knew that, for a work explicitly created to reflect the lived experience of a particular population, 45 years is too long to wait for members of that population to appear in the work. That length of time spoke to a much bigger problem of access and opportunity, and helped me understand just how much of an outlier my education, my training, and even my luck had made me. Thanks to CREEPS, I recognized that my opportunities leave me with the means to create opportunities for others. People who want to do the work I do, but haven’t been given the chance.

I need to be clear: performing in CREEPS was an honour, but after it closed I felt the satisfying responsibility to find, represent, and help in the making of newer, better work. Now, I find myself working with an increasingly large national community of artists, including Realwheels Theatre, toward a time when CREEPS might be produced again – with a fully integrated cast of actors with and without disabilities. If and when that happens, I’d like to help make sure we’ve moved on to a place where it’s no big deal. Where, if the work resonates, it will resonate for the right reasons in its own right time.

Front L-R: Paul Beckett, Jayson McLean, Christopher Gauthier, Adam Grant Warren, David Bloom, Brett Harris. Back L-R: Brian Cochrane,
Lauchlin Johnston, Rena Cohen, Ingrid Turk, Aaron Roderick, Genevieve Fleming, David Kaye

Thought Residency: Brendan McMurtry-Howlett

Last post here friends. And I’m going to give it up to my gramps, his fourth and final hope for his children.

But before I do, I’ve made a few changes that I’ll explain. My grandfather was a minister in the United Church and so had a specific relationship to the idea of God. That word “God” doesn’t really mean the same thing to me, but I’m still captivated by the notion of Faith, a secular faith that for me underpins my belief in theatre to nourish our hope in humanity and to strive for a better, fairer and just world.

“My fourth hope for my children is the ground for the other three: that they will live by conviction; finding their place in the purpose of creation, and in the community of those who put their trust in creation; carefully cultivating the means by which their faith is nurtured; having the courage to act their faith in spite of apathy and opposition around them; growing in the spirit of love, which is the chief of the fruits of our world.

It is not that I want to lay these as heavy things on my children whether they want them or not. They are the chief things of my heritage, the best gifts I have to pass on. And so I offer them, knowing that they will make their own free response.”

Thanks everyone.

My third hope for my children is that they will feel a sense of responsibility for the world of the present and the future. There is always the temptation to use the gifts of one’s heritage for self-serving purposes. The urgent problems of our global village require the understanding and efforts of all people of goodwill. We are being challenged by the Third World, and by those Canadians who are being marginalized and victimized by the economic and social development policies of our own country. For my children to respond to these challenges means to be prepared to break with many of the prevailing attitudes and life-styles of our time.

 


My second hope is that my children will always be conscious of their place in our family. In the past the extended family provided a means of moral and psychological support for its members, both young and old. In our urban, industrialized society, when families are scattered widely, new ways must be found to keep in touch. If relationships are to continue, they must be nourished. Letters and visits and the rituals of family observance become all the more important.

 

Hi there, Brendan McMurtry-Howlett here. For today’s thought I’m going to have a guest posting from my grandfather (Doug McMurtry). He passed away at 97 about a year and a half ago but he wrote this piece in 1976 called The Hopes For My Children. Here is one section:

My first hope is that they may learn to find their place in the natural order of creation. The Indigenous people have shown us that to be in tune with nature is to find strength, relaxation, and a sense of identity, as well as a means of survival. The mountains and the sky, the prairies and the sea, the northland and the cultivated soil are a gift to be received with gratitude and respect.

 


I’ve been thinking more and more about embracing inefficiency. I have spent so much energy in trying to work more efficiently, build structures that promote efficiency, save time and money. But actually I find so much joy comes from inefficiency, the indirect route from a to b. There is beauty and magic and humanity in the inefficient. It seems to me an important form of resistance to the relentless drive of the world we live in.

 


I keep hoping I’ll one day feel like an expert at making theatre. But is is possible to feel like an expert at something that is supposed to be new and fresh each time you approach it? Every time I go to coach or teach or dramaturge or direct, I keep hoping I’ll one day show up with short cuts and ways of being really efficient, and having all the answers. But maybe that’s just capitalism trying to crush the beautiful inefficiencies of creation. Well, today capitalism lost and my inefficiency won the day.

 

Hi there, Brendan McMurtry-Howlett again.

I’ve been thinking about the idea of transcendence, and more specifically the transcendence of concept. What that means to me is when you hit that point in a project where you move beyond what you originally thought your project was about, to what it REALLY is about. It’s something I’m always striving for in my work, when I let go of whatever clever little ideas I was so proud of at the beginning and find something with some real depth. I’ve been thinking about this as Transcendence of Concept.

 

I’ve been thinking about and learning about the treaties and the nation-to-nation relationships that underpin the social, political, and legal fabric of this country Canada. I’ve started reading up on some of the treaty negotiations and agreements across this country, and it’s been really interesting, perhaps I should say revealing, to read the official Canadian Government accounts of the treaty agreements, and then the accounts of the first nation or nations who were the other side of that exact same treaties. It makes me consider my responsibility to these treaties that were signed by the government that represents me, but also my responsibility to the land on which each of these treaties were signed, and in many cases, which had a long history of treaties predating the processes with Europeans. It makes me think of my responsibility as an artist and storyteller to uphold the treaties that govern this land I’m on. And I guess I’m curious as to how many of you out there have actually read the details of the treaties that govern the land you live on.

PS. Great book to read – Unsettling Canada by Arthur Manuel!!!!!

 

Hi there, this is Brendan McMurtry-Howlett and this is my thought for the day.

I’ve been thinking about how much of the creative process, for me, is just about perseverance. To stick with a project, or idea, or piece of writing long enough that it stops feeling terrible and turns into something concrete that I don’t feel half bad about. I run into this all the time, but I can never say exactly what it is that I do that makes a project turn the corner into something interesting and concrete, other than… I just put in enough time. I find this to be both an exhausting notion, but also an encouraging one at the same time.”

 

When was it that we decided to try to fit theatre into the consumerist model of selling a product to the public? As a “product” Theatre has got to be the worst thing to try to sell –  it costs a lot to create and has an unforgiving expiry date – if a seat in a theatre is not sold one night, you can never try to sell it again. Whereas a can of soup can sit on a shelf for months, even years.

I think theatre’s strength is that it offers an opportunity to be a part of a community and it seems antithetical to try to “sell” that notion in a supply and demand context. I’m hoping we can find alternative economic models that takes the pressure off of trying to sell tickets to meet budget and allows us to focus on making the community experience of theatre truly inclusive and accessible for all.

 

So the thought today comes after a conversation with a friend of mine, a fellow artist who was telling me about working on a show that required him to use a British accent. He was working with the production’s dialect coach and was given a bunch of audio samples of British dialects for him to learn. Now my friend is person of colour, and actually, his family is from England with deep roots in Jamaica. But here he is listening to all of these audio clips that had been brought to him, these sounds and dialects that he was being asked to replicate, and every single person on these audio clips was white. And he said to the dialect coach, well, aren’t there any black British people that I could use as samples? And the dialect coach had never even thought about that possibility.

So this brings me to my thought: does it really count as diverse casting if people of colour are being hired and then are essentially asked to play white people?

P.S. If you haven’t seen The Shipment by Young Jean Lee’s Theatre Company you should definitely do so right here: http://youngjeanlee.org/work/the-shipment/

 

So I recently went to see a movie in theatres, and it was the first time in a long time that I’ve seen a popular action film in the theatres. The trailers were playing and I just couldn’t believe it. 9 out of 10 trailers were for remakes from the 90’s, or a prequel/sequel spin off from a 90’s franchise. And I couldn’t help but think as I was sitting there: Humanity is doomed. Our fate is sealed. That’s it. We’re done. Is the future really so bleak and horrible that all we can do is cling to these nostalgic stories from our past? Is the idea of a new story or new narrative so threatening because it forces us to think about the future, which in humanity’s case, is no longer guaranteed on this planet? I don’t know, but I couldn’t help but think, sitting in this packed theatre, this is definitely an End-of-the-Empire moment– sitting here celebrating our past glories while the empire goes up in flames around us.

 

Hi there, this is Brendan McMurtry-Howlett, I’m the Resident Thinker for March, sooooo welcome.

I’m going to be honest with you, I stayed up really late last night trying to finish a grant. And you know what? I kind of enjoyed it. I’ve wrestling a lot recently with trying to adhere to a self-imposed 9 to 5 structure for my independent work, I don’t know I guess to make myself feel like an adult.

I guess it makes me think about the strength that comes from going with the flow and responding to impulses rather than forcing an imposed structure. Yes, I may wish I were a responsible adult who could get things done in a reasonable manner, but the reality is that I’ll waste far less energy and time if I stop fighting my own personal work habits, and just ride the waves when they come. Maybe I should take up surfing…

Training Actors

Exit the King (2017) at the National Theatre School. Photos by Maxime Côté with Josie Jones, Justin Shaw, Yousef Kadoura, Ellie Ellwand, Bart Demczuk, Gabriella Yeshura, and Roland Piers.

How many directors does it take to screw in a light bulb?

I don’t know. What do you think?

What I like about this joke is that it lays bare how a director, ostensibly at the top of the pyramid in a production, is in fact completely dependent on her collaborators.

What I don’t like about this joke is that it trades on the idea that there is something wrong with that. I have no formal training as a director. Over my twenty-five year career, my greatest teachers have been the designers, playwrights, stage managers, artistic directors, and producers with whom I have worked. Above all, however, it is the actors who have taught me most about my craft.

I’m in awe of what actors do and am endlessly fascinated by how they do it.  I have spent more waking hours observing, listening to and thinking about actors and acting than I have about anyone or anything else, (excepting perhaps my two children and my wife, who is coincidentally, an actor).

The joke about the director and the light bulb trades on a model of leadership that is, at its core, patriarchal. The person at the “top” is expected to have the most knowledge and that knowledge is delivered top down. Engaging the perspectives and wisdom of others is considered a cop out, a weakness, in fact, a joke. As a feminist director, I propose a model of leadership that is in contrast to this, one that prioritizes collaboration, relies on each individual’s agency, where increased authority is tempered by increased responsibility and accountability.

In the past, in western culture, and perhaps still in some circles, an actor is considered an empty vessel, a delivery method to the audience of someone else’s vision. This too is a patriarchal paradigm, echoing paternalistic attitudes about women, children, non-human animals and Others who are put on this planet to reflect back images of the Father, the Husband, the God, or the Director.

When I took on the role of AD of the English Section of NTS five years ago, I also became the Director of the Acting Program, and was mandated to re-envision the school’s Acting training. During my interview for the position I was asked where I thought the future of theatre lay. My answer, unhesitatingly, was that the future lay with the actor. This lead to a heated discussion, the prevailing wisdom being that the director was the theatre artist equipped to reinvent the form. While it’s true the director may have the structural power and ideally the talent to invent and envision, it is the actor on whom she and the show are dependent. Without the right support for our next generation of actors, no matter how exciting the director’s “vision”, without the excellent actor to embody the work, it will be an empty experience for the spectator.

I am not an acting teacher, and although I trained extensively in performance and creation, I would not flatter myself to call myself an actor. But as a director I have insight into what directors and audiences need and value from an actor. As a feminist, I feel keenly the vulnerability of the actor who, in the theatre world, occupies a role comparable to the role women occupy in a patriarchal society; the actors often form the majority of a show’s population, but based on our traditional understanding of the actors’ role in the theatre hierarchy, despite their numbers, the actor has limited access to structural power.  The actor has another vulnerability that is unique amongst theatre artists; they are their own instrument. The actor’s body, voice, breath, imagination, soul and psyche are the means of their expression. A powerful actor is an empowered actor; self-aware, attuned to their own needs and limitations, empathetic to those of others.  An actor with a strong sense of their own boundaries is the actor who is able to challenge those boundaries.  It is never necessary for a director to “push” such an actor “out of their comfort zone”; this actor does that as a matter of course.

These perceptions were at the heart of the renewal of actor training at NTS.  Artistic excellence is rooted in the actor’s agency. Excellent actors, far from being empty vessels, bring wit and wisdom, insight and instinct, technique and talent to the table; they reveal their whole selves through the work.  This is what makes each Hamlet, each Hedda, each Constance Ledbelly and each Emily Dictionary a distinct creation; while in less narrative forms of theatre, it is this offering of the actor’s full humanity that we identify with and that moves us.

Lear (2017) at the National Theatre School. Photos by Maxime Côté with Athena Kaitlin Trinh, Déjah Dixon-Green, and Rachel Mutombo.

In developing our renewed actor training I worked closely with Head of Voice at that time, Jane Gooderham, and Head of Movement Rebecca Harper whose intimate experience of the actor’s process and whose pedagogical brilliance was pivotal. My experience as a director also informed our choices. When I ran Nightwood Theatre I worked with actors who came to the feminist theatre company with many scars, and who had developed the unfortunate but necessary skill of being “director proof” – this is to say they had figured out how to work so they would not be injured by an abusive director. I pledged to provide actor training that would equip a young artist with the skills to identify and contribute to a safe and healthy environment, where they could have access to tools and techniques both externally and internally, to do their work in safety, and thereby access the generosity which is a trademark of an excellent actor.

Above all, we support the actor’s awareness of their own process. Every morning, voice and movement training takes place in an intimate setting, with high teacher/student ratios allowing the young artist to get to know, strengthen and expand their instrument.  In the afternoon, project work is layered in such a way that the actor feels organically, increasingly challenged. 

Our Theatre History training focuses less on content and more on how to do research, with a view to developing transferable skills that a professional actor needs.  We teach Canadian Theatre by the reading of a diverse and inclusive selection of plays and by discussing why each one emerged at a particular time in Canada’s history.  We foster the actor’s critical skills including their ability to discuss, argue and sustain dissonant opinions, because our role as artists is not to make work that everyone likes – even if that were possible – but to engage with our times. 

We teach the Western canon, but through different lenses. I’m committed to gender parity and a holistic approach to diversity; students need to engage with artists of and works by different genders and generations, cultural backgrounds and theatrical forms

We also include an education in professional responsibilities; central to this is the artists’ responsibility to speak up.  Because our training focuses on supporting actors’ awareness of their own process, each one is asked to become a leader of their own work; to lead others to who they are, rather than being limited to the fruitless and dangerous pursuit of trying to please others.  We ask the students over their three year arc at NTS to practise talking about their process:  What do they need?  What are they going to do next to grow, to own their process and their path?  Training is a platform from which they will continue lifelong learning and growth.

One of the projects for actors at NTS is to create a solo piece. Soon afterwards, they participate in a creation project that spans three years. As part of this process we create a legal document with the actors that defines their ownership of this new play. Based on Playwright’s Guild and CAEA guidelines that students negotiate the ins and outs of ownership; credits, decision-making models for future productions, publications and tours, as well as royalty percentages. This is how the acting students begin their final year, as owners of their work, a challenge to that unfortunate cliché of being “just an actor”.  Acting students graduate with a voice reel, a film reel, an approach to audition process, a sense of their own developing artistic practice as well as being joint owners of an original Canadian play.

Being at NTS is my opportunity to support young artists as they learn how to tackle and transform our cultural institutions.  Our students inspire us to keep moving toward change and transformation. Reviewing and renewing our policies to prevent abuse of power and harassment is an on-going project, as it should be for every institution, and our students are involved. Recently we initiated a new way to launch a rehearsal process. It works like this:  on the first day of rehearsals, I address the company about the challenges ahead.  I acknowledge the land on which we are gathered, as well as our responsibility to the process of truth and reconciliation; if necessary, I recognize the work we are about to engage with involves sensitive material (as it almost always does).  I acknowledge that while I will not, nor could not, force any actor or company member to work on material dangerous to their well being, I am also aware that as students in a school setting they do not have the same choices a professional artist would; I recognize the imbalance of power as well as the students’ agency within it to speak up and lead us to what they need. I address the school’s commitment to providing a healthy environment where we support the company members’ needs.  I remind them that the school provides an arms-length structure for reporting abuse, and provides counselling and other forms of physical and emotional support.  In turn, the student artists create a statement of values, based on and informed by school’s policies, CAEA and Not In Our Space guidelines, and on their own unique priorities for this moment in their lives. This statement of values creates an opportunity for everyone in that particular company, across all programs and disciplines, to join together, to speak up and to be heard.

NTS is strict, rigorous and highly structured, but within this is the space for each actor’s unique process.  Informed by Maria Montessori’s pedagogy, we believe young artists are already deeply creative and talented.  They have the art.  What we provide is the practice: techniques, discipline, skills and an environment where it is safe for them to try, flounder and fly, over and over again. In many ways we are not teaching them how to act – many already know how to do that – rather we teach them how to work, professionally but also philosophically; how to dig deep and aim high to challenge themselves. So that when a director asks, as she should, what do you think, the actor will have plenty to contribute and the confidence to do so.