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“Through the eyes of the beholder.”

Mr Michael Ross
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The story so far...

Production:   Through the eyes of the beholder. (A working title.)
Associates:  A Yaller Skunk in association with The Key Theatre production.
Genre:   A community based production. (A work in progress.)
Previews:  TBC

Community Theatre:
Is an assessment of a community’s ideology, looking at their ideas and beliefs. Then finding a central or recurring theme and creating a piece of theatre aimed at re-assessing and making good these findings.

Identity. Lost Or Found
I want it known from the outset that I appreciate delicacy. I don't believe in telling stories that are best left untold. Whether that is because they are potentially hurtful to individuals or whether something’s are best left to myth or legend and left for a people who are quiet in their council. In short I realise that something’s are deeply routed in a personal feeling and should be left that way.

In researching the idea for this story "In the eyes of the beholder" (a story set to look at change through the eyes of a local resident) I am only at this stage assessing it's potential.

The idea is to create a piece of community theatre that surrounds a local triumph. A man known as Nobby!

My knowledge of him began as a young boy. My parents won't be pleased to hear me use this phrase but I would just 'hang around' cathedral square on a Saturday and watch as this gentleman with a tramps exterior would slowly walk around gathering cigarette ends. Even then I would offer him some of my own cigarettes. ( again I hear my parents grown) Well I barely knew what to do with them. How could a man so calm and yet so alone seem so content.

I later realized that this man had a home. And that he was accepted by his neighbors. A simple enough concept. Yet for any young male growing up a concept still to be learnt." He lives in a bus shelter! But how!"

As the years past and I blundered my way through adolescent soul searching I would often think of Nobby down in his home. I'd heard stories about how he came to be in his situation. Even then I remember a massive sense of 'let him be.' I agreed.

I would on occasion cycle past him on my way down to Dusty Bowl at Ferry Meadows. I began to speak to him asking him if he was OK. Not knowing why, but feeling compelled to. After a while I began to read news papers. I stumbled onto an article that suggested he was a keen golfer and I decided I'd drop of some golf balls at his shelter. I'd begun to take him to my heart. But still I always knew there was a limit as to how far I should impose my curiosity on this man. He was happy after all. "What if he isn't though!" I'd ask myself.

Some fifteen years later and I'm still a young boy filled with the same curiosity. I've made some choices and for the most part am happy with those choices and their outcomes. Progress is being made in one such area of my life, and I find myself back at 15.

I’m sitting next to a circular flower pot wandering where our friend has gone. The people in the town center seem different. I don't recognize any of them. In some cases I don't recognize their language. They are interesting and welcome but still something is lost. Should I create this one up? Will people be interested? Is it best left to a childhood memory? Maybe! Only a few people can answer that question. One of which is Mr Michael Ross.
Mark Curtis

 

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