Treasure Diving

10648676_10100355831547963_2314387573290478069_oAs a lifelong lover of fiction, there has always been a special place in my heart for mythology, metaphor, imagery, and symbolism. Which is why I was immediately intrigued when I first heard about Kevin’s idea for a new theater in Rochester, and the meaning behind its name (see Why Kingfisher?).

Beyond Kevin’s obvious passion for the project, the images and emotions evoked by the story of Alcyone and Ceyx were poignant for me, and I expect for anyone who has ever felt lost and adrift in the roiling sea of life. Any creative spirit will confirm that anxiety, despair, and crippling doubt are all too often a part of our work, and it is because of the existence of this dark and terrifying place in us all that I cannot help but love the conceptualization of The Kingfisher Theater as a safe haven, “a peaceful nest for artists drifting in the stormy seas.” Having such a space to develop creatively and nurture artistic growth is a rare and beautiful gift, especially when it is found in one’s own hometown.

Having such a space to develop creatively and nurture artistic growth is a rare and beautiful gift, especially when it is found in one’s own hometown.

And so I feel incredibly lucky to have stumbled across the inspirational people who are working to develop this gift for the city of Rochester. I find that although I get along with most people, it is an exciting and special thing when I meet like-minded individuals driven by similar passions and ideas. These are the people with whom I end up forming emotional, intellectual, and (if possible) professional bonds.

lesmishoAlready, Kevin and The Kingfisher Theater have introduced me to a remarkable group of people right in my own backyard – I am privileged to now call them fellow artists, co-workers, and absolutely delighted to call them friends. Because of these people, our common artistic goals, and the safe haven we have found in each other, I have already seen extraordinary growth in myself. I’ve stretched what I thought were my limits (who’d have thunk a hammy musical theater chick would end up loving serious drama?), I’ve explored my own abilities, and I’ve learned a great deal about myself in the process – not only artistically but emotionally, physically, and psychologically.

If The Kingfisher Theater can bring that sort of epiphany about in me, it can certainly do so for others, and so I will happily do whatever I can to help bring it to fruition. Because really, what are artists but beautiful, lost little birds at sea, fighting the forces of wind and wave for a chance to dive down, capture a treasure from the depths of ourselves, and carry it triumphantly back to the world above?

If it continues as it has started, which I expect it will, The Kingfisher Theater will serve as the jumping point for that dive, the beacon that guides the journey, the shelter from the storms of our fears, and the pedestal upon which our discovered treasures are placed, so that the gods might see and know our worth.