It's important to me to have a job that I don't know how to do....Dear future employers, hire me because I'll literally incorporate our company into my nighttime dreams, wondering even in my sleep how we could make things better and have a greater, more meaningful impact.
Notes from Today: A Blog
Liz Maxwell is a theatre director, producer of culture, and artistic innovator. I am passionate about the role of the artist in society, interdisciplinary collaboration, and making original work. I believe that the process and product are important, that new ideas are the life-force of society, and that the arts hold a vital role in shaping our collective future. This blog reflects musings on the evolution of theatre, reflections on the process of art-making, and committed observations on what it's like to be a human being these days.
How Do We Move On From Here? (Part 2)
Violence happens. Violence "is", in the world today. The question is what do we do with it, how do we handle it, how do we want to react when violence occurs. In my story: I left. So what. I made my choice, I "pulled the trigger", people were hurt, I was hurt - but what's done is done. NOW, I really have a choice. I can wallow in why I left. I can continue to tell a one-sided story about right and wrong. Or, I can forgive and forget.
Read MoreThere Is No Them (Part 1)
We build the walls to keep us free, and New Orleans is truly a Hadestown. It's just what Dan Brown's been going on about recently: The people are numb, the people are tired, and, as Dante says, "the hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality."
So how do we move on from here?
Read MoreTowards Possibility
This is the time.
Before the dawn. A quiet stillness pervades the air. A sense of coming, of serene anticipation, of something big just around the corner.
It’s the same quality before a big date, when actually all the frenzy of getting ready is over and there’s nothing left to do but listen to your heart pound double time, triple check your lipstick, and smile secretively as your mind runs wild with hope and possibility.
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