Mark Alan Sanderson was educated as an architect, learned in the ways of productive imagination and making things, of people in places, and of form and structure in service to meaning and aesthetic, but with a yearning to practice more in proximity to the immediate human condition than the construction of buildings allowed, he discovered playwriting as a more appropriate vehicle, better aligned with his fraught and bedeviled musing. An artistic director at a theater producing one of his plays responded to the playwright’s background: “Well, that makes sense, since theater is architecture.” Such validation is, of course, essential to the sanity of the ever self-doubting, if not self-loathing, playwright...and so the bloodletting continues. Sanderson’s first play was produced for a paying audience in 2004. He likes to say he’s had plays produced from Fargo to London, which is, in fact, true.