Eleanor performs a scene for glue. #avltheatre #avltglue by lainiebelle13 http://bit.ly/15StnIR
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Eleanor performs a scene for glue. #avltheatre #avltglue by lainiebelle13 http://bit.ly/15StnIR
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We ate a loaf of bread. #avltheatre #avltglue by lainiebelle13 http://bit.ly/18XoLxv
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Here’s a short piece written by Sean Lewis but performed by someone else. Sean writes…
Last year I got approached by Baltimore Centerstage to write a monologue exploring America now. The 50 monologues by 50 different writers were then filmed by indie filmmaker Hal Hartley.
Influenced by the work I did with displaced youth from Chicago who had come to Iowa for my play MAYBERRY.
Hope you enjoy “THE GO”
8am strike breakfast of champs! #avltheatre by lainiebelle13 http://bit.ly/1afa4ZO
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Scene 42. Last Dance. Closing night. #avltheatre #bobrauschusa by jaylenemarie http://bit.ly/16QKE4U
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Hanging out with Friends and family @avltheatre. #avltheatre #feedyoursoulcolumbus #bobrauschusa by mlizmorelock http://bit.ly/18LJOmx
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Getting ready for a cameo. #avltheatre #bobrauschUSA by mattslaybaugh http://bit.ly/18gIBFZ
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Over at his blog, playwright and performer Sean Lewis (soon to perform his new piece in Columbus) has some posts from his two summers in Africa. Though not a true story, Dogs of Rwanda is heavily influenced by Sean’s personal experiences.
In this first post, from 2010, Sean has been in Africa for five days and is still adjusting.
We are encouraged not to travel alone. Thieves do lie in wait and white foreigners are easy money. Merchants approach you all the time and during a walk along a coffee path a group of young boys spot us as we photographed a banana tree. They ran ahead about a third of a kilometer and hid two in the bush, while one stood look out and another pretended to be sleeping. An ambush, a robbery in waiting… except for the lack of nerve in their part. We pass by and they just lower their heads either ashamed or disappointed and then hop up before leaving the other way.
The poverty is unreal. Houses no taller than a story made of tree stalks, a few of cement, some out of nothing but mud. All next to one another. I don’t blame the boys. I’m happy they lost their nerve, but I understand what a group of Americans must look like wondering around- what they must represent.
Creepy backstage chicken. #avltheatre #bobrauschusa by lainiebelle13 http://bit.ly/1edK3Pk
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These colors. I like these colors. #avltheatre #bobrauschusa by rittgirl http://bit.ly/14NN4md
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