I’ve always been interested in finding ways to translate the nonsensical into something useful. I was raised on Theatre of the Absurd: Beckett, Ionesco, and Jim Henson. These giants represent a crucial and ritualistic understanding of staying alive that is my compass for everything I do. I want to understand how the divine seems to make good through the mundane and ridiculous. I want to understand how little reason there is to fear when a room full of very different people align for a few moments over a thought or a song. My plays are spaces in which all are welcome, especially if they are hurting. I am very interested in ache, acknowledging it, seeing it, celebrating it; letting it live its remarkable purpose as a fantastic feat of the human condition. My primary job for audiences is to make connections that feel fearless, secret, approachable, necessary, but like my Absurdist grandfathers, it must be fun. I believe the divine is written in farts as much as fantastical fanfare. The only thing I really know is everything is about love. Love or lack of love. I think love is all I’m interested in, really, no matter what I’m doing.
K.T. Peterson
2/26/22