I would have thought that by this date, Copper Moll Production’s first Fringe experience would be done and dusted. At this point, I expected to be basking in the glory of a triumphant inaugural production, full of insight and perspective and wisdom. ‘Tis not the case.
No, although the official Hollywood Fringe Festival 2015 has concluded, the Best-Of’s and Encores are now running. And “The Last Known Recording of the Lovely Lenore Sisters” was a recipient of the Encore! Producers’ Award. As of this writing, there are two encore performances left.
So surprised. So grateful. So very much in awe of the caliber of this Fringe and the other Encore-granted shows.
It was a whirlwind of bold and brilliant artists, so many passionate weirdos to connect with (and some old comrades to reconnect with too). There were wonderfully inspired offerings and brave experiments. Maybe a few productions weren’t entirely polished, but everything I saw was a risk, a gamble, a lesson in raw vulnerability.
While I am still processing what we achieved artistically with “The Last Known Recording of the Lovely Lenore Sisters”, I know that I have never worked harder. I have never taken more risks, artistically or personally. This production has been the most challenging thing I have ever taken on. Ever.
And I have so many ideas for next year.
For now though, I’ve still got the Lenore Sisters. If you live in Los Angeles, I’d love to share their story with you.
This weekend was meant for tweaking the draft of my Fringe show. The story in my mind did not translate to the page as a tight little flapper, ready to party. Instead she’s a phantom, a blob, a shadow echoing to herself. She really needs some shape and I had every intention of giving her a good booty kicking this weekend.
Instead, I got lost photoshopping 20 years off of myself for some publicity photos.
Here we go! It’s time to call this a real thing. To claim the process, to own the work.
I am working on a one woman show for the Hollywood Fringe right now, and this process has inspired so many ideas. And fears. And questions. And research. And dumb luck. And every now and again…moments of genius, if I do say so myself. Which I do, because…self-indulgence.
(Hey, a little narcissism is required here. But it sleeps nestled next to insecurity and shame and mediocre, half-baked ideas.)
My point is, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just making it up as I go along, mostly making do with what I’ve got at hand right now. It just so happens that even with my lazy bumbling, stuff turns out anyway. Sometimes stuff turns out pretty good. I love the magic of stuff manifesting even when you don’t know how. I’ll bet you do too.
So, what the heck, why not put it out there? Herein, please to find my process in blog form. My attempts, my works in progress, my little boo-boos, my long learning curves, my obsessive inspirations…and my end results.
I don’t know what this is or where it’s leading or how it’s going land. But I can’t wait to find out. Thanks for joining me in the mystery.