✨🎭last night i got to see THE MOUNTAINTOP by playwright katori hall at the warehouse theatre. 🎭✨

i cannot stop thinking about it.

just can’t.
it was a show with only two actors and a cast of four thousand couldn’t have made a bigger impact.
it was surprising. revealing. moving. powerful.
MIRROR: VISUAL ART AS SOCIAL COMMENTARY.
i was there for the student/educator preview night.
invited because i’d had a painting juried in to the lobby exhibit running concurrently with this show— MIRROR: VISUAL ART AS SOCIAL COMMENTARY.

wednesday night was the artist reception and opening, and we were invited to stay for the show that officially opens tomorrow night.

*left: me with my painting, t*he muses: faith, hope, love. right: me and my hype gal haley, who yeah, happens to be the best AND an educator of literature. so she got my +1 invite. :) *honestly, it was too crowded last night to see the rest of the art. but i’ll get there with more time to spare when i go back to see the play (and the art) again.* wanna know **where to see my art in person? click here**.

all i know how to say is: GO GO GO.
not in the dr. seuss way, but in the: you better get tickets before they sell out every single performance.
(i already have my return tickets.)

the mountaintop at warehouse

*the set. design by josafath reynoso. lighting design by bill webb.*

the setting is the memphis hotel room.
the character? dr. martin luther king, jr.

the night, a stormy night, before he’s assassinated.

he orders room service for coffee (only after checking the phone for bugs and wire taps) to stay up and write another sermon/speech. and the motel housekeeper that brings the coffee? well, she has news for reverend king.

for anyone who feels like they’ll never have enough time to do the work that needs doing. for anyone who feels like they’re not doing enough. for anyone who matters. which, obviously, is YOU, because YOU exist.

i was mesmerized. invested. and as cliché as it feels to type “moved,” i know no other word to say i want everyone to see this show. this performance.

*ever since high school, i’ve carried a notebook to movies and plays and performances. it used to be to pretend to be a critic when i went alone. now it’s just a fun habit. :)*

as you can see by my notebook above, i wrote no notes during the show.

warehouse is a black box theatre. seating was on 3 sides of the ground-floor stage. i was stage right, second row, and had a perfect view. and felt a part of the room. the characters were so alive, the acting so brilliant, you felt as if you were in the room with them. watching (inevitable, heartwrenching) history unfold. it felt rude to take notes. i could only trust my memory to serve. and i think my leftover feelings are greater than any notes i could have scribbled in the semi-dark.

tinasha larayémad claps and raucous standing-o applause to our two performers:

s. tyrone williams and

danielle monet truitt

& beautifully directed by tinasha larayé.