“I know this story. It’s a story I’ve loved again and again. All I know is my body moving through time. Reminding myself that I have blood pumping through me, and that has to be enough. I walk and walk to keep from standing still. I think of my pelvis sloshing around in a tangle of muscle and tendon. So tight and bound, perhaps a sprinkle of arthritis. But if I keep walking I feel that I can. And if I can, then at least I will keep moving.”
Well, we did it. We managed to get through a full season of thoughtful, rigorous, multifarious, multi-everything premiere performances at our new permanent forever home (and a few other places), for audiences comprised of living, breathing human beings in real time and space. Wow.
The Chocolate Factory's First Annual Gala! Featuring the Artist In Industry Award, Honoring: Lucy Sexton (Executive Director, New Yorkers For Culture & Arts), Yoko Shioya (Artistic Director, Japan Society) and Donovan Richards, Jr. (Queens Borough President).
If the last twelve months have taught me anything, it’s this: nothing stays the same, ever. I suspect you can relate to this, because you knew it already. Change is constant, like the weather; it just keeps coming. It’s also scary as hell, which is its own kind of constant, because change is inseparable from risk.
To celebrate the closing of our 49th Avenue space - home to The Chocolate Factory Theater since 2004 - we hosted an outdoor mini-"festival" as part of the NYC Open Culture Program.
attend the opening is a new mail art project by Seattle-based writer, performer, and interdisciplinary artist Kristen Kosmas. On the Boards (WA) and The Chocolate Factory Theater (NY) have co-commissioned Kosmas to expand her ongoing mail art project, attend the opening, in which she mails handmade collage works, unprompted, to her extended community. These works form a tactile accumulation of personal connections and a record of the shifting narrative of the global pandemic.
"These places of possibility within ourselves are dark because they are ancient and hidden; they have survived and grown strong through darkness. Within these deep places, each one of us holds an incredible reserve of creativity and power, of unexamined and unrecorded emotion and feeling. The woman's place of power within each of us is neither white nor surface; it is dark, it is ancient, and it is deep." - Audre Lorde Poetry is not a Luxury (1985)