On Sunday, I closed my first show as costume designer in Boston: Not-a-Box New Play Festival with GAN-e-meed Theater Project. It was a very good experience (seriously) and I was proud of the work I did. I think that's the most important part, that I'm proud of the work I did. I met a whole bunch of wonderful, talented people. And got another gig out of it.
Yesterday, I had my first production meeting for Stoneham's the young co production of Once Upon a Mattress. Short and sweet -- I'm excited to delve into that project.
On Monday, I have an audition for Play About the Baby.
I did some thinking on Monday or Tuesday night. I moved to Boston in September. I've been working consistently (both part-time and in theater) ever since. By the end of the season, I'll have worked on --as designer or wardrobe-- six shows. That's six runs. That's work for an entire season. I'll have been theatrically employed for the entire first theater season I spent in Boston.
I get breathless just thinking about it. I don't know if I expected to be hunting for work on my hands and knees, or what... but I can't quite believe it. The wonderful thing about all this is that I'm proud of the work I have done and excited about the upcoming shows. I know that I am incredibly lucky to be able to say all this. In the same breath, I know I've worked incredibly hard to get here. I like that work pays off. But I also like that I must continue to work hard in order to ensure more work.
It's funny... at Bennington, we called all of our projects and things to do our "work." In that sense, I feel like I should be leaving the Dining Hall to go finish my work: MY WORK-- my artistically driven endeavors that, combined, represent my reality. "My work," usually synonymous with "my blood, sweat, and tears."
I am so thankful and amazed that about six months out of undergrad, my work is now my life.
Yesterday, I had my first production meeting for Stoneham's the young co production of Once Upon a Mattress. Short and sweet -- I'm excited to delve into that project.
On Monday, I have an audition for Play About the Baby.
I did some thinking on Monday or Tuesday night. I moved to Boston in September. I've been working consistently (both part-time and in theater) ever since. By the end of the season, I'll have worked on --as designer or wardrobe-- six shows. That's six runs. That's work for an entire season. I'll have been theatrically employed for the entire first theater season I spent in Boston.
I get breathless just thinking about it. I don't know if I expected to be hunting for work on my hands and knees, or what... but I can't quite believe it. The wonderful thing about all this is that I'm proud of the work I have done and excited about the upcoming shows. I know that I am incredibly lucky to be able to say all this. In the same breath, I know I've worked incredibly hard to get here. I like that work pays off. But I also like that I must continue to work hard in order to ensure more work.
It's funny... at Bennington, we called all of our projects and things to do our "work." In that sense, I feel like I should be leaving the Dining Hall to go finish my work: MY WORK-- my artistically driven endeavors that, combined, represent my reality. "My work," usually synonymous with "my blood, sweat, and tears."
I am so thankful and amazed that about six months out of undergrad, my work is now my life.
We loved working with you too!
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