Like I mentioned in my last post, I checked out a ton of museums while I was in the Bay Area. I've really found myself getting into poetry & visual art for inspiration. As a theater-maker, sometimes I get too caught up in the theater scene, so it's been really lovely to engage with art that's working parallel to the field that I work in. It's been really nice to read & write heightened language without thinking about constructing a play, and visual art & exhibits have really been jogging my curiosity. Below is a compilation of some of my favorite artwork I got to experience!
I have a few updates from my week in San Francisco, which I'm just getting around to posting right now. I didn't take a whole lot of pictures on the street, nor did I snap shots of all the food I ate...
Even though it's been almost a week since Montana ended, I want to reflect on my time at the Big Sky Theater Workshop in writing. I've been running around the Bay Area for the past couple of days without much coffee shop time to crank out a blog post (eventually I'll have to write a post or two up about my time in San Francisco!). I promise I'll get to my experience in beautiful Big Sky, but I have a few words first about why programs like Big Sky Theater Workshop are so important for "emerging" artists like myself.
I'm stateside now, but a few days ago I made my first trip north of the border to Canada, where I visited Vancouver, BC. On the whole, it felt similar to my experiences in Seattle & Portland; albeit, with much more green space. And maybe it was the places I visited, but it seemed like there was a greater concern with their relationship to the First Nations populations.
FINALLY I'm getting around to posting about the San Juan Islands. If you're not familiar, they're this gorgeous archipelago in northwest Washington, very much a retreat from the mainland. To get a sense for what it was like, on the morning ferry I took to get to Orcas Island, there was a thick fog off the shore of the mainland. But after about 20 minutes, the boat passed through the fog, and it felt like we had crossed onto another side.