Those who crave the spotlight most often become entertainers. Their talent demands it. It is their calling to shine.
We applaud them, and in so doing bask in the glow of their accomplishment. They are center stage with the footlights on them, but we are illuminated by their performance.
Their light shines on us as they render and interpret and presnet their truths. Greater performers shine brightest, and we shine brighter too.
Photo by Kate Sanderson Holly
The loss of a loved one can be a powerful impetus for a story-teller.
In ” My Mind is Like an Open Meadow,” at 59E59 Theaters through August 19th, Erin Leddy memorializes her grandmother through a recorded interview with Sarah Braverman and in song and dance. The one-woman production has a unique style: Erin Leddy’s grandmother, Sarah Braverman is her co-cast member, speaking through a boom-box.
“My Mind is Like an Open Meadow” is the briefest of excursions, lasting just about 60 minutes, and is sufficiently diverting. The symbolic significance of the carefully laid-out set is sometimes hard to comprehend.
|Photo by Kate Sanderson Holly
While it is abundantly clear that Erin Leddy is mourning her grandmother in “My Mind is Like an Open Meadow,” it is far from evident that she has created a cogent story line from her grief.
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Dulcy Rogers plays Claire and her aunts in “I Am A Tree” at Theatre at St Clement’s. Photo © Carol Rosegg.
Do our life choices or our genetics make us strong? Can a descent into madness be inevitable?
In “I Am A Tree” at the Theatre at St. Clement’s through June 30th, Claire (Dulcy Rogers) is in search of the truth about her mother’s slide into insanity. Claire is seeking to find her better and fearless self, as she explores her family’s past.
Dulcy Rogers as Claire’s aunt Lillian in “I Am A Tree” at Theatre at St Clement’s. Photo © Carol Rosegg.
Claire’s quest leads her to visit her long-lost aunts (all played by Rogers, who also wrote the play), each of whom remember her mother differently.
Aunt Aurelia recalls her as an ethereal being. Lillian reminisces about partying and flirting. Only Aunt Lou admits to the possibility that Claire’s mother may have gone mad. Unfortunately, the charm of these encounters wears thin. “I Am A Tree” quickly devolves into a pretentious ramble.
Dulcy Rogers makes too many claims for exceptionalism for Claire. Her father is a renowned scientist; her mother may have invented the fuzzy navel (for those of you not up on your bartending, equal parts peach schnapps and orange juice are the favored ingredients.) Her aunts are also extremely accomplished; Aurelia is some sort of UN ambassador, Lillian is vaguely theatrical, and Aunt Lou a cross-dressing wise woman. Many of these assertions in “I Am A Tree,” which is subtitled “an unstable comedy,” are in the interests of humor, of course, which is very broad.
Each aunt is a distinguishable character, or perhaps caricature, with distinct physical quirks and vocal ticks, which to be fair, Rogers pulls off well enough. High marks in this production go to Neil Patel whose minimalist set is both simple and dramatic.
For more information and for tickets for “I Am A Tree”, visit “Iamatreetheplay”