Cursing Joseph Potters Birthday with a The Poltergeist Improvisation!
But YOU should bless his birthday, and enrich your own life, by watching the full play on Digital Theatre if you haven’t! Or, if you have!
Sasha (Joseph Potter) was destined to take the art world by storm. At the age of fifteen pop stars wanted his paintings, and a new exhibitio
Whenever I watch this I can’t get over how clear a vision I have of Chet… how is he conjured like that?
And of Robyn.
And of the art…
Isn’t theatre magical.
Alright, let's keep the memory of this kindness together, before we let it go.
I can understand how kind and generous this was, but I still can't imagine why 😭🥹🫀.
I did want to try to play with this tender bit of the play, feeling it as a gift, as the play itself is a beautiful gift, full of feeling.
Even though I literally called what I did a curse, hahaha, I DIE. (Am I curse?)
But I hope that my improvising with this little bit of play wasn't too weird or wrong.
Why am I a person for whom a beautiful thing is gifted to me, and my mind (and beyond that: my body) is like "Oh no, I must have done something AWFUL... You should panic. PANIC!"
But this was just so lovely of him, so: thank you so very much Joe!
For one day, I felt something I created had been heard, and responded to as if it were... a gift. 🥹
What's more generous than offering that?
Edited a week after the event... I don't want to make a new post about it... but I want to share my experience - to remember, just for me, really.
Also, in case anyone ever happens upon this post who may struggle with their own self-worth, to know: I see you and if you ever want to chat with someone who feels this kind of way, I (a person who relates to characters such as Nicolas and Sasha in ways that... are) am here to listen.
That said...
A week on from Joe posting my daft music, I just wanted to say… it was such a super-kind little thing, and it threw me into a spin - taking me from panic to contemplation to beauty.
My hope, as I played, was that my silly music could be a kind of gift.
But then it was received, generously, as a gift, and I panicked at being witnessed. Is that weird of me?
I post my music because I believe it’s important for us all to create. Improvising is about the act of creating, not about making art or anything “good”.
I can’t imagine anyone actually listening. Or, if they do, thinking anything other than “I hate it.” So when someone comments, I appreciate it so much… but part of me assumes you’re just being kind.
I think Joe’s generous repost and kind words challenged my perception of myself, as I couldn’t ignore that my music had been seen.
I don’t consider myself a musician, yet music is a big part of who I am. So my music being seen made me feel I had somehow been witnessed, a tiny act of kindness creating a powerful impact.
And maybe my initial panic makes it even more beautiful in the end. I’m not an artist, so I’m never observed in that way. Joe made my music feel heard.
You never know the impact your small act of kindness might have on someone. Here’s to kindness.
And thank you to every one of you who has ever shown me, or each other, or anyone kindness.










