Posted on October 17, 2013 by Basement
I spent every summer from the time I was three years old until I was eleven with my grandmother. Summers in Austin, TX USA are hot and average at around 100% humidity; so while mornings were delegated to exploring lakes, hills, and flea markets the afternoons were all about “Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood” and peanut butter on a spoon.
Those memories of marathon PBS sessions are more aged then I generally care to admit but as the cast of “The Soldier’s Heart & The Feathered Girl,” began the first whimsical moments of their story I felt very in touch with that chubby little Texas girl of the early 90’s and so in the spirit of Sesame St. and all it’s puppet friends today’s blog is brought to you by the word Creativity and by the letters: M, P, & F.
Webster’s says that Creativity is “the ability to make new things or think of new ideas.” However, I feel that it is more then that Mr. Webster! Creativity is the great leveler and yet it is also an elegant elevator. I think that one of the most beautiful things about Creativity is that it doesn’t belong to any one group of people. Creativity is not segregated to a skin color, economic class, religious system, or gender. Creativity is the mother of puppets, dance, and comedy.
M is for Motivation. Motivation is “a psychological feature that arouses an organism to act towards a desired goal and elicits, controls, and sustains certain goal-directed behaviors.” I’m of the opinion that Motivation is the vehicle of creativity. It is what drives the builders of puppets, choreographer’s of dance, and the lazzies of clowns.
P is for Permission. Permission is “the act of permitting” and to permit is to “afford opportunity or possibility for.” Permission is the gift that The Basement gives the artists of Auckland. It is the playground of fairy tale tellers, culture reflectors, and makers of wacky delight.
F is for Feast. A Feast is “a meal that is well prepared and abundantly enjoyed.” “The Feast” is an evening of three short works conceived and created by emerging theatre artists here in Auckland. It is an evening of magic, and beauty, and laughter, and an evening that I was lucky to experience this past Wednesday.
The word Creativity and the letters M, P, and now F are all part of my obsession with The Basement and the community that creates here. Weather the work that inhabits it’s spaces is brilliant, underdeveloped, or an epic fail, doesn’t concern me. What will bring me out of the fabled New Zealand summer and into a black box space over the next few months is the fact that at The Basement, creativity is motivated by permission to devise feasts of art over and over again.