Improv, Found Space, Street… Defining Theatre
I was in the kitchen preparing lunch when I heard a cacophony of angry shouting, skin slapping, and one distinct frightened cry, which I knew, from experience, belonged to Gloria. My four year old neighbor, who just weeks ago contracted some sort of respiratory infection, fell into a coma, and woke up paralyzed on the right side of her body. The brain damage seemed severe. A once talkative, rather gregarious girl was…