Faking out the artworld

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This post is not about what you think. This post is about my regret that I insisted on pursuing playwriting instead of trying to get as many parts as possible in other people’s plays.
I’m sure Kevin Spacey isn’t the first artistic director who harassed his actors, but though I witnessed a lot of hanky panky during 20 years in small alternative theater, I don’t remember a lot of sexual harassment. And you know me: I’d remember and I probably would have blogged it to death whether somebody was stupid enough to try that on me or not. No. In small alternative theater, you are lucky if you are an artistic director who doesn’t have a day job; and if you need a day job and don’t have one, it’s probably because you have a spouse with a day job who won’t put up with your having  fun all day AND fooling around. So, based on my experience as an actor in small theater, I feel that because I never felt like I had to suck up and toady as an actor, I was better able to be myself than I was as a playwright. As a playwright, I regret to say that at my professional level, wheeling and dealing included an excessive amount of toadying. Since toady is not my personality in any other aspect of my life, as a playwright I was not myself until I actually began rehearsing and performing  one of my solo plays. I’m wondering now, however, how my toadying and faking out as a playwright might have tainted me as an actor and performer.
I’m thinking about this because of a specific negligent act by a film festival against all the filmmakers including me who submitted to the festival but not yet been screened. I am not a person who thrives on competition; I was raised in a family culture in which competitiveness was expected and so was a part of my upbringing. That is probably why rejection after rejection (including the 65 rejections of my novel), I nevertheless keep putting myself “out there.” However, not thriving on competition does not necessarily mean not willing to play hardball in an unfair situation. When I play hardball, in this case calling attention to the negligence and omission of a film festival that overnight (accidentally, they claim) awarded all of its submitters “Semi-finalist” status and not until approximately 12 hours later took the affirmative action of explaining what happened in an emailing to the submitters. In their explanation, they blamed the service provider who manages submissions and tried to tell us that that black is white, white is black, and “nothing has changed.”
While I’ve suffered through that kind of bullshit many times as a playwright hoping to get booked, I would yell and scream if I was a principle in a play and I would resign if I was merely supporting. As a middle class American housewife filmmaker who is so well set up and equipped that I only buy equipment every year and a half, who doesn’t need to even rent space and whose films are so inexpensive that I’ve broken the budget line on submission forms more than once, yelling and screaming at artistic directors, curators and venues is not enough. I am on a mission to persuade other artists that thinking they have to eat shit to get screened is like thinking it was okay for Kevin Spacey to tell those boys, “I hired you so now you owe me sex.” Not enough red flags on the planet for that bullshit.
If I am continuing to fake out the artworld in any way as a filmmaker, it is only because aging has mellowed me out and I can’t yell and scream as loud as I’m capable of.
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Screening in Milan

Screening in Milan @Visualcontainer: my short movie “Don’t Take This the Wrong Way, But.” I am so psyched.

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Artist’s Life 101: “Dear Curator …”

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Dear Curator,

Thank you for your letter.

First, cards on the table: I am an old lady with a deadly sense of humor who has received rejections in 5 different art forms – including the 65 rejections of my novel, alone. Please read this in the spirit in which it is intended.

Your rejection letter is exactly the same one you sent me last year and also in 2011. This year when I received your letter for the third time, it hit me that your standard rejection sounds like a condolences note and I started to laugh.

Old people are mean sometimes though most of us don’t intend to be – after a certain age the brain starts refusing to indefinitely entertain negativity; and things like your condolences rejection that made us cry when were younger, often make us laugh when we’re older.

It’s unfortunate that it takes us 60 years to learn not to take ourselves and our projects so seriously. Otherwise, we’d all have a lot more fun.

Sincerely,

That Woman Who Works Here

They can’t hear themselves

It’s a mistake for the #mentallyill to go on the defensive about #gunviolence. #NTs will never accept #responsibility for their own #negativethoughtpatterns the way people who’ve had years of treatment have been taught. NTs, #gunnuts or not, always blame somebody/something else.

CREATION by Sylvia Toy (Trailer) © 2018

CREATION is an experimental, greenscreen art film inspired by the Central African creator god, Mbombo, who created the world by vomiting it. The two main characters in CREATION are The First One (Night), who suddenly appears out of a void of light – i.e., a Big Bang event – and immediately vomits The Second One (God). The First One hates existence. The Second One loves existence so much that he/she begins vomiting all the parts of the Universe. My research has been developing characters, story, and the techniques for making the movie CREATION.
Assistant cinematographer, Lo Schafer.​ Additional footage by Mitch Martinez. Additional photography by Michael Lewis. Animations by Sylviatoyindustries with Lo Schafer. Special effects, music and sound by Sylviatoyindustries. Dramaturgy by Michael Lewis. Produced and directed by Sylviatoyindustries. Thanks to Gwendolyn Audrey Foster, Sonia Laura Armaniaco, Roberta D’Alois, Danny Germansen and DC Spensley.​
MATERIALS: Greenscreen, red felt backdrops, wood, wooden tables, plexiglass, leotards, painter’s coveralls, skullcaps, gloves, socks, theatrical makeup, styrofoam, foamcore, plastic bags, chicken eggs, balloons, found images, found sound, human actor.