Wielding his own exquisite taste in sonic renderings and working closely with the directors and composer Dominick Vincent Alesia, River elevates Footholds with his design in a way that is wholly unique to him.
Fancy seeing you here. Welcome to Sincerely, from the footnotes, a blog for The Impostors Theatre Company. You are now in ~unscripted~ territory (blech.) Read on to learn more about our journey and mission, to read charming short essays inspired by our company, or to analyze more tantalizing studio shots of me and others.
Wielding his own exquisite taste in sonic renderings and working closely with the directors and composer Dominick Vincent Alesia, River elevates Footholds with his design in a way that is wholly unique to him.
Since first working with him in 2019, The Impostors Theatre Company has had the exceeding pleasure and privilege to commission Dominick Vincent Alesia as an ensemble member, actor, composer, and friend.
There’s only so much to say that hasn’t already been said about reuniting with your favorite people after a long stretch of time steeped in uncertainty and fear…
Footsteps smacked on the hardwood floors, approaching at a speed one would register as “alarming.” I paused, the wine bottle in my hand interrupted mid-pour over Rachel’s cup. Allison turned sharply from the door handle she’d been bathing in Lysol…
A pack of 20-somethings with too many ideas one moment and too few the next, we clustered around a campfire at a cabin in the woods one weekend, telling each other ghost stories…
It’s no secret that we’re hosting a big fundraising bash this Friday, July 26. No cover charge required, no dress code required (though we’d especially ADORE it if you dressed to the nines because, why not? It’s a bash!) Not even a passcode required…
Whether a mother gifts her children bedtime stories that last with them into adulthood, shapes them into authors of their own stories, or simply enrich our world story by giving it new life, we owe a lot to mothers for impacting the craft.
When you hear the words “Fairy Tale,” no doubt your mind conjures up images of towers and braids, curses and acts of courage, and, of course, tiny people with wings and wands. But let’s not generalize things. Fairy tales encompass the long history of oral tradition and myth, stories first passed down by ancestors and world-weary travelers…
Words can’t do justice to the feeling of accomplishment that comes with closing a successful first production and jumping headfirst into our next one. Suffice it to say, The Impostors are exhaling a collective HOOZAH! over many celebratory (low-shelf) champagne toasts.
Fewer joys exist in this cruel, cold world than those of a real-life Cinderella story. How juicy it is when someone from the duller side of the tracks not only makes it to the other side, but lands on a train straight to riches, fame, admiration, and legacy.
Our namesake is precious to us because we feel that it encompasses a lot of the contemporary struggles of being an artist—i.e., niggling questions like, Does What I’m Doing Matter?
“I wrote a story when I was little where this girl falls into a pig pen and gets eaten alive.”Stefan once told me this as he wiped down a kitchen counter, or something. I don’t really remember that detail, only that whatever he was doing was common and forgettable. A contrast to his revelation.
Playwright Mallory Swisher and I slurp down some iced coffee in mason jars (you guessed correctly) and discuss her script, The Wood.
Like most great movements in art should do, some of the songs I sang in middle school choir left an imprint in my memory that you could fill with a lifetime supply of Lincoln Logs.
One of the most thrilling—and terrifying—challenges this company is undertaking is to write our own scripts. Notice I use the word undertaking.
I speak for a plethora of human beings when I confess that I’ve never been a big proponent of the mindset, “New Year, New Me!” Even declaring a New Year’s Resolution seems equivalent to signing up for a month-long scam.
Collect twelve artistically inclined individuals and drop them in a cabin in the woods for the weekend. What happens? Here are the possibilities undoubtedly coming to mind...
I was toying with the idea of beginning this post with a line from The Princess Bride...