Domeka Parker's European Improv Teaching Tour:
(Said in One Breath)
Friday December 14th, 10 pm
The Brody Theater
16 NW Broadway
$5 measly buck-er-roo's
I was once a tiny, lithe, bugger faced thing. I dug in the dirt. I ate glue. I climbed trees. And I watched my parents teach and perform improvisational theater. Sitting in the dusty corner of rm. 119, I watched my father's students come to life playing theater games. I watched how they idolized him as he instructed them to jump and run and to let themselves laugh and play. I watched how they respected him as he taught them to think, connect, build and create together. Half the time I did all this from my periphery whilst doodling on my stomach with a sharpie pen, or creating a masterpiece from old gum. Without even trying I absorbed his lessons, and even when I was seen as odd, asked to straighten up, quit asking questions or behave, I lived his lessons in silliness, critical thinking and creativity. And I wanted to be him. But that was just in the daytime. At night, from the back row of dark theaters, I watched my mother perform. I watched her completely transform herself, her body, her voice, her perspective. I watch as she told dynamic stories, spontaneously and effortlessly. I listened as numerous people complimented her skill, her prowess, her grace. She was a powerhouse of drama and comedy both, a genius performer. And I wanted to be her.
Then came THE DARK AGES, but I made it through, and theater, especially improv, was waiting for my in the light. I embraced it and improv and performance has again become the center of my universe. Teaching improv has become my heart. Cheesy, yes. True, also yes. No, no, not literally, figuratively... oh shut it...
Recently I have been given the opportunity to teach and perform abroad. Yup, abroad. Europe. That's where "abroad" is. I will be performing and instructing at the Amsterdam International Improv Festival, traveling south to Munich and Zurich and Slovenia for more teaching and performing. This opportunity feels BIG. It feels like the door to all my kid dreams has opened. And it feels like my future, my dream future, is at my finger tips.
Please join me on December 14th, 10 pm, at the Brody Theater for a fundraiser to help me get my fingertips to that door, as it were. I am so grateful for your interest and your help.