Frankenstein at Denver Center for the Performing Arts!

When I officially moved to Denver, Colorado last summer I remember driving by the megaplex that is the Denver Center for Performing Arts on Speer Blvd, the largest non-profit theater organization in America. I smiled, pointed my finger to the building and said out loud, “I’m going to work there.” About one year later, here I am cast in my first gig!

This past week I began rehearsals for Frankenstein by Nick Dear at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts! I am so excited to be working in the theater again after working in film and commercials my first year here. It really is something magical.

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Normally for the first rehearsal of a theater show, it’s a big meet and greet with the cast, director, artistic team, and usually the staff of the theater company, including the artistic director. After everyone is met, the director and his artistic team talk about the vision of the show and what the costumes, lights, sounds, and scenery will look like. They generally present their ideas through power point, renderings, models, and descriptive language.

Afterward the actors and director gather around at tables and do a reading of the play for the first time so everyone can hear it. After the reading everyone claps and the theater staff heads back to work in the offices. The actors break and return to discuss the play and begin work for the next four weeks before the production opens.

What is so amazingly unique about this play is the role reversal of the main characters Dr. Frankenstein and the Creature, or as we know him, the monster. Which means every night there will be a different Dr. Frankenstein and Creature! These roles will be played by Sullivan Jones and Mark Junek (See below). It was only fitting for the director, Sam Buntrock, to flip a coin to see who would first read for the creature (See Below). They would swap for the second reading in the evening. Frankenstein, originally performed in London at the National Theatre in 2001, directed by Danny Boyle, starred Benedict Cumberbatch, Johnny Lee Harris, and Naomi Harris. This play will be produced for the first time in United States at the Denver Center.

 

The actors in the cast were very talented and very kind. Some were local to Colorado while others were form New York. I couldn’t help but talk to the director about his work outside of the theater walls. Beforehand I did a little research and found that our director, Sam Buntrock, is also an illustrator and has his own blog! I’d already checked it out and was really inspired by his work, especially his story “The Ending”. I geeked out with Buntrock for a short while on the subject and when back to my business so as not to exceed a normal level of nerdiness on the first day.

If you check out ConfusedDoodles.com you will already see Buntrock’s inspiration from the show with “First Day of School” below. All in all, Im super excited about being part of this production.  See below for show info!

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“First Day of School” by Sam Buntrock http://www.confuseddoodles.com

Denver Center for the Performing Arts

Frankenstein

by Nick Dear

from the novel by Mary Shelley

Directed by Sam Buntrock

Dates: September 30th-October 30th

Given life from a man with a troubled heart, a creature assembled from corpses sets out into the unforgiving world to discover his humanity. As he uncovers both kindness and cruelty, he seeks out the doctor who created him to demand answers about his troubled existence. Frankenstein features two lead actors alternating performances in the roles of Victor Frankenstein and his creature, allowing man and monster to intersect with every chilling performance of this U.S. premiere.

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Day 110: Misha

Misha is my aunt, my mother’s sister. She hasn’t always had short hair but it’s a way that I remember her. Up until a few months ago, I hadn’t spoken to her in years, maybe a decade. She moved with her family away from our very large one in Maryland to Nevada. I missed her so much, along with my three cousins. I thought they didn’t love us anymore. When I was in high school it seemed as if they wanted to get as far away from us as possible, getting into a spaceship to travel to another planet with a desert terrain.


Since then I’ve hung out with Stephanie, her oldest daughter, a few times. She was in the Marines for over ten years and I always loved how badass she was, well, is. She’s like a sister to me and it’s difficult to think of her as anything else. We have always connected and I feel like we can always pick up where we left off.

When I spoke to my aunt Misha, it was like talking to some version my future self. There are things about the way my grandmother, my mother, sister, and myself talk. It felt like home. I was so excited to hear her voice. This was the woman who came to my house when my parents weren’t home the time I fell and cracked my head open on a cement curb just after losing a game of street Badminton to a kindergartener (I was twelve). A registered nurse she came to my rescue, bandaged up my bleeding skull and my pride.

I was more excited to hear about the person she has become. Her youngest daughter was just graduating high school and going off to the Navy (all daughters have or currently serve in the military). She’s happy with her husband Warren. She was sick for a while but is coming back into good health. She is no longer in nursing but switched to I.T. which I thought was really cool. I think I was so worried about her being far away I never thought she could actually just be O.K. without us. I realized that I’m not a super fan of big family gatherings. Of course I love them and want to see them but sometimes it feels overwhelming. But I can understand how a person could want it to be just their family.

Now that I live in Colorado, Nevada is a short plane ride away. It’s comforting to know this part of my family is now closer than ever so I think a reunion is in store! Wish me luck!

-BrynnPossible

 

Day 109: These Hands

So some cool news, I got some new black illustration markers! I had a few “fancy” ones from the local art store but they dried out quickly and barely lasted. I made sure I turned them upside down but they would sputter and eek out streaks on my drawing pad. Womp womp.

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These markers come in many shapes and have varying tips and thickness to create certain effects. I have become enamored with the Brush Tip. It feels the closest to a pencil but with sharper, cleaner lines. As I was practicing with my new pens I began to draw a figure, pictured below, looking down at her hands, fascinated with them.

Do you ever wonder why in movies that whenever a character wakes up in a new place, an alternate universe, or have just been beamed up or down somewhere, they always look at their hands first? Or if someone has gone through some transformation like Teen Wolf, or Freaky Friday? I wonder why our hands are this symbolic way to show us that we are alive, still in one piece, or that we are in fact who we are.

Politics are thick in the air in America at the moment and honestly I’m on the fence. And not just any fence. A really tall one that if I fell off either side it would most certainly hurt. All of my ideals have really been challenged this past year, and honestly I’m not blow away by either of the final two candidates. This being my second election that I’ve been eligible to vote in I can’t help but to look inward and be honest with myself and my personal beliefs. I’m not the same person I was 8 years ago. I’m not in college, I have a full time job,  and pay taxes. I’m the most independent I’ve ever been. I’m doing more research on issues outside of web periodicals or “news” on my Facebook feed. I mean really, who have I become? Who is this woman who furrows her brows at the Democratic National Convention, or this woman who also watches the Republican National Convention and struggles to stay awake?

As these questions whirl through my curly head I drop my eyes down to my hands and feel grounded. My breathing slows and a focus comes to me. I feel my feet on the floor and my head floating above my shoulders. I am alive. And everything else is just noise outside of this thought. I think in the place, I can make better life decisions. I mean, it’s all in my hands.