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Diary of a Mad Creative # 19: Precious and the State of the Arts (pt. 2 of The Ground on which I stand.)

“If you do not know, I will tell you that black theatre in America is alive … it is vibrant … it is vital … it just isn’t funded. Black theatre doesn’t share in the economics that would allow it to support its artists and supply them with meaningful avenues to develop their talent and broadcast and disseminate ideas crucial to its growth. The economics are reserved as privilege to the overwhelming abundance of institutions that preserve, promote and perpetuate white culture.

That is not a complaint. That is an advertisement. Since the funding sources, both public and private, do not publicly carry avowed missions of exclusion and segregated support, this is obviously either a glaring case of oversight, or we the proponents of black theatre have not made our presence or needs known.” August Wilson Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 15

I have been wounded by Wilson and something is growing in the cut. Art should bruise, inspire, provoke, affirm, pose questions and soothe. Gem has done all that and Wilson is offering me more. I accept. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 14

If you don’t decide where you stand you won’t know why you fell down. I deal in mental groceries. I want to feed my congregation. I don’t do fluff and I ain’t trying to cross over. If you want to … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 13

If it’s good make it better. There is no perfect; it’s just a direction we can walk in. Excellence. It’s an interesting word that begs the question according to whom to which I answer: Excelling to the degree that what is offered … Continue reading

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Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am Pt. 12

We are who we say we are. Standing in the footlights paving a road others can follow. We are on the top of the mountain looking around at the terrain we have traveled. We are all need rest like air but for … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt.6

Its dark in the portal, as dark as the inside of the womb. We are being birthed. Its quite here except for the sound of rhythm pitched just above the hum of white noise. We are traveling faster than light; its impossible to calculate our … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am: Pt. 3

Short time is getting shorter. Costumes, set, programs, show board, props, lights and sound all still need work. Being a creative genius is not all its cracked up to be when your mind moves faster than your hands and the reality that … Continue reading

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The Lower Bottom Playaz’ “Gem of the Ocean”: The Ground on Which I Stand

“I knew a man that went to fix the wheel, it was turning backwards, time he was finished the wheel didn’t turn at all, you got to be careful, everything ain’t what it seem.” August Wilson-Gem of the Ocean Continue reading

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