Veronica Tjioe

Veronica Tjioe

I’m Veronica, a Los Angeles based actor and playwright.

I am wild about theatre that involves magical realism, existentialism, clowning, inclusivity, feminism, surprises, accessibility, community, and snacks.

I am a proud company member and literary manager of The Attic Collective.

Plays

  • The Last Croissant
    A clown tragedy about bears, fire, paper cranes, and that time when you were saving something, and you didn’t enjoy it soon enough.
  • Dead Dog's Bone; A Birthday Play
    A dramatic comedy featuring melancholic birthdays, plastic Christmas trees, and relentless apple symbolism.
  • The String's the Thing
    A play for anyone who has ever felt lost and a profound sense of “in-betweeness” and would please like to know which way is out, thankyouverymuch. It is also good for lovers of cheap wine, close friends, and the merits of a nice ball of string.
  • Being Your Own Bunny
    **A first draft in search of a workshop or further development**

    This one is for sisters. It is for the youngest kids who always have to sit in the way back of the van no matter how old they get. It is for the people who sulk in corners and don’t mean to sulk but sulk anyway. It is for the shadowy halves of ourselves that follow us into the sunshine while we’re slurping on a sundae, lean in, and...
    **A first draft in search of a workshop or further development**

    This one is for sisters. It is for the youngest kids who always have to sit in the way back of the van no matter how old they get. It is for the people who sulk in corners and don’t mean to sulk but sulk anyway. It is for the shadowy halves of ourselves that follow us into the sunshine while we’re slurping on a sundae, lean in, and whisper, ‘You and everyone you’ve ever known are all going to die one day. And all the people you’ve never met too!'”
  • Vesta
    **A polished first draft in search of a workshop or further development**

    This play is for anyone who has struck through a whole damn box of matches with no luck. At once a love letter to the US Postal Service and a call for connection in the face of impending apocalypse, Vesta also asks the pressing question, "What if God is really a toucan?"
  • Prefers Bright Indirect Light
    Four houseplants on a window sill contemplate their lives indoors, friendship, mortality, and if they’ll ever be watered again.