Avoiding what I’ve been waiting my whole life to do.
October 24th, 2010 → Leave a comment
Greetings from NYC! I sit in the Starbucks in Harlem trying to figure out how to rewrite this CAT LADY play. It’s changed so much since I first made it for the REDCAT two years ago. And it needs so much work. It’s such a different process for me. Can I tell you how weird it is to be in rehearsals with three other actors and write lines for them and they say them?
We had a CAT LADY rehearsal last week and my cast pointed out that I tend to talk TO the audience a lot, like I’m lecturing them. Oh, old solo performer habits die hard. The plan now is to do three free readings in LA over the next four months and just keep figuring out what the story is. With free beer! You can find the info on those readings in my calendar.
Since you last heard from me I did a show in Las Vegas where I learned that not only is the city running out of water but they don’t really recycle. Casino Apocalypse! I stayed in a $30/ night hotel in Downtown Vegas. The bedspread of my bed was so filthy that I swear I took a nap in that bed and woke up pregnant.
I was just in Philadelphia doing an event for the Pew last week where I had the exact opposite experience. I was put up in a $700/night hotel in Center City! Wowsas.
Next week I’m in Miami where I’ll premiere “Going Green the Wong Way”! I play the week after Jerry Seinfeld leaves. Sometimes this work has it’s perks.
PBS ran a news piece about suicide and depression among Asian American women and as a result, Wong Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest has gotten some interest again. I wasn’t crazy about the article initially. I have huge issues with being portrayed as “depressed Kristina Wong.” I also think it’s misleading when descriptions of my work as an artist or show imply that its MAIN GOAL aims to “help Asian women who are depressed.” Those portrayals are ironic because much of what I critique on this issue is that people who have experienced depression or suicidal thoughts are shilled down to one-dimensional “victims” and that it’s the “saviors” who are probably more at risk of depression and suicide than anyone else.
But after the last few weeks of devastating gay teen suicides, I found myself just happy to see PBS address the issue, even if the article seemed to focus on me being “a depressed person” more than this awesome show I made. I got flooded with emails after the PBS article ran from schools who want me to come to their campuses. It reminded me that sometimes just an article that scratches the surface of what I’m doing can still have an impact.
But alas, I find myself here in Harlem, some time to rewrite my new CAT LADY play, scratching my head. Blogging. Avoiding what I’m meant to do. Which is making a new work. I hate being scared of my own work. Worried about how to be as “important” or “successful” as my last show. This creative limbo space can really suck.