I believe in art as sustenance. Art is at its best when you can’t help but swallow it whole. Art that you can’t wait to ingest, you just inhale without breath and let it sit inside your stomach. Sometimes the art is just as impatient as I am, it sinks in fast, sits and settles and weighs you down, heavy into the earth, until it simply becomes a part of your sum. 

But some art demands to be savored, and even once you’ve gulped it all down it will fight and claw its way back up your throat, back out your body, wrenching you up until you feel empty and weightless. And there it will sit at your feet, where you must look at the mess it has made and have no choice but to reexamine it bite by bite.

I want to always be hungry.

I want to be greedy in my hunger.

I want to scarf it all down and spit it out faster than I can hold it in, for a catharsis that is long overdue, until I’m serving up my own insides like the body of Christ, oh, to indeed be a god.

I believe in theatre as a mirror.

I want to take up as much space as I can inside the frame, I want to see myself onstage. Honestly, just once I want everyone to look like me, and I want there to be seven happy endings, back to back to back. 

I believe in art that is selfish.

And I know I get so consumed in my own head, but I also want to give everyone else these feelings, that moment, I want to turn the mirrors out, take a breath, and I want to reflect.