bekah: a prism?


Do pardon me while I get all ‘art theory’ (?) up in this piece. My friend Cassie (see: awesome in Oohrah!) saw Mine this weekend and had a really interesting comment that I keep thinking about: she said that watching my plays is like being inside of a prism? In a way? In that way that you are inside of the thing, and your Self is reflected back to you, as is me (the writer), as is the character. So something like: my plays are one part myself, one part the person I have invented, and one part the viewer. Which, I think, is one of the best thing anyone’s ever said about my plays, and I might try to adhere to this recipe, going forward.

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