Artistic Statement
I write about the ideas that keep us up at night with a gentleness that invites us to celebrate existential dread rather than ignore it. A sampling of those ideas:
Some people linger, even after they have died.
Remembering lovely memories sometimes hurts.
Theater both mitigates and fosters loneliness.
Distance from a parent you love is a form of grief.
Anticipating global climate disaster is a destabilizing emotion to sustain.
To love someone is to constantly encounter the limit to which a person is knowable.
I write to embrace the happysad, the unmakingsense, and the inscrutability of the everyday. I write to hold people close, knowing it'll never be close enough. The holding is the important thing, anyway.
Typically, plays occur to me in little flashes that, if I have the wherewithal, I write down somewhere. Then the script grows, like glitter falling into a kaleidoscope. This way of writing feels very pleasurable to me, and also makes me wonder how my head is screwed on.
My friend told me that I write about the accumulation of life in such a way that the heaviness of living creeps up on the audience, and is danced around, celebrated, and honored. I hope to keep doing that for the rest of my life.
Some people linger, even after they have died.
Remembering lovely memories sometimes hurts.
Theater both mitigates and fosters loneliness.
Distance from a parent you love is a form of grief.
Anticipating global climate disaster is a destabilizing emotion to sustain.
To love someone is to constantly encounter the limit to which a person is knowable.
I write to embrace the happysad, the unmakingsense, and the inscrutability of the everyday. I write to hold people close, knowing it'll never be close enough. The holding is the important thing, anyway.
Typically, plays occur to me in little flashes that, if I have the wherewithal, I write down somewhere. Then the script grows, like glitter falling into a kaleidoscope. This way of writing feels very pleasurable to me, and also makes me wonder how my head is screwed on.
My friend told me that I write about the accumulation of life in such a way that the heaviness of living creeps up on the audience, and is danced around, celebrated, and honored. I hope to keep doing that for the rest of my life.
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Anya Richkind
Artistic Statement
I write about the ideas that keep us up at night with a gentleness that invites us to celebrate existential dread rather than ignore it. A sampling of those ideas:
Some people linger, even after they have died.
Remembering lovely memories sometimes hurts.
Theater both mitigates and fosters loneliness.
Distance from a parent you love is a form of grief.
Anticipating global climate disaster is a destabilizing emotion to sustain.
To love someone is to constantly encounter the limit to which a person is knowable.
I write to embrace the happysad, the unmakingsense, and the inscrutability of the everyday. I write to hold people close, knowing it'll never be close enough. The holding is the important thing, anyway.
Typically, plays occur to me in little flashes that, if I have the wherewithal, I write down somewhere. Then the script grows, like glitter falling into a kaleidoscope. This way of writing feels very pleasurable to me, and also makes me wonder how my head is screwed on.
My friend told me that I write about the accumulation of life in such a way that the heaviness of living creeps up on the audience, and is danced around, celebrated, and honored. I hope to keep doing that for the rest of my life.
Some people linger, even after they have died.
Remembering lovely memories sometimes hurts.
Theater both mitigates and fosters loneliness.
Distance from a parent you love is a form of grief.
Anticipating global climate disaster is a destabilizing emotion to sustain.
To love someone is to constantly encounter the limit to which a person is knowable.
I write to embrace the happysad, the unmakingsense, and the inscrutability of the everyday. I write to hold people close, knowing it'll never be close enough. The holding is the important thing, anyway.
Typically, plays occur to me in little flashes that, if I have the wherewithal, I write down somewhere. Then the script grows, like glitter falling into a kaleidoscope. This way of writing feels very pleasurable to me, and also makes me wonder how my head is screwed on.
My friend told me that I write about the accumulation of life in such a way that the heaviness of living creeps up on the audience, and is danced around, celebrated, and honored. I hope to keep doing that for the rest of my life.