We in your Words
With Mother Lear, you told us that you experienced:
“A powerful sense of Love.”
“The universality of the loss of control in the face of aging, death, and grief.”
“A passion in the text that I never knew was there.”
Loss, grief, fear, life, humor, family
“Beautiful, tiny moments of familial love.”
“Immediate and visceral humanity”
And you shared personal discoveries:
“I feel like I could talk about this for 20 hours.”
“It’s not one conversation, you talk about this your whole life.”
“I felt everyone stop and be still like the trees around us.”
“You don’t have to be suffering from Alzheimer’s to be speaking your own language and not be understood.”
Earlier this year, you couldn’t get enough of our very sexy and silly romp in the woods!
You told us that Midsummer of Love made you feel:
"Amused, intrigued, alive"
"Delighted, transported, charmed, enchanted, amused, and amazed"
"Excited, curious and enthralled"
“Transported”
“Uplifted"
"Grateful for such talented and innovative theater.”
“Amazed, invigorated.”
“Reaffirmed my love of my favorite play”
Our collaboration with Rova quartet and ink Boat in BEOWULF inspired lyrical and poetic reactions:
“Hauntingly well-hewn. Led me... into the chilling folds of my subconscious fears and our collective monstrosities.”
“At the end of the work I was born from the darkness of the Mead Hall into the crisp night with newfound caution for our times, empathy for our monsters, and a sense of belonging in the ancient cycle of forgetting, fearing, fighting, mourning, and forgetting again.”
“The haunting sounds enveloped my innards at their core, leaving me wanting for more.”
“I felt like we were collectively mourning for our country, mourning for our fallen humanity that has departed from nature, from instinct, from listening.”
“A musical score like none any of us has likely ever heard nor will long forget.”
