By Judith Jerome
Being there at the birth . . . witness to the birth, the
wedding vows, you become responsible. You own that baby, that marriage; you see
them in a different way. Invested. Engaged. These words come to mind in regard
to the February 29th launch of the new harbor Residency Program, but
feel too weak.
I’ve come in late to the birth of this baby, named “Women in
Combat,” working title. The actors have already been working for 6 days, and
Julia Sears, the director, and Maggie Moore, dramaturg and co-creator, have
been researching and collecting stories for several months, but they are thick now
into the over and over questions, brainstorms, and decisions that follow and
form the original impulses that led them into this room, and to what they are
making.
Movement – the audible/visible heartbeat, flat hands against
the chest. They are working with movement and sound, trying things. Again.
Again.
No language. Or it’s a different kind of language, they are
discovering. Expletives, names. What is sound? What kind of sound? What visual?
What takes us there? How do you tell this story? Make it mean? Make us know
something we haven’t known before.
I have always loved the simple cyc, the white curtain at the
back of the stage, with its many possibilities for absorbing, reflecting light,
for carrying projections—watching it ripple like water, like breath--but soft,
white, sensual, I have never seen it used like this—in this moment it explodes!
Brainstorming character arcs. Jay is the scribe; they are working on his character, the throughline of Lampido, a combat medic. He says the day
wiped them out. I just watch, but coming in to rehearsal I am immediately taken in, engaged in their thinking together, as they throw out
ideas. Gooood listening.
Absent language. When does movement show pain, the impact of
a bullet, when does a sound do it better? We think of storytelling as a verbal
art, but when does an image or a lie tell it better? A gesture? Music tell it
better?
Flip charts, dense with notes, hang on a ladder. Jay is
making notes on another as they talk.
Everyone is so smart.
You, too, can be
there at the birth. Working rehearsals are open to your considerate
witnessing. You may have missed being witness to the beginning in this first Harbor
Residency, but there are four more to come. Check in with the OH, and come in!
