Something deeply meaningful happened to me on Monday night. For the first time, one of my plays was read at the Playwrights’ Center’s monthly Open Play gathering. Saying that I’m moved doesn’t even begin to cover it. I don’t quite know how to explain what this means to...
Last week I had the joy of being part of the working process of Almacén, a play by Julián Mesri, developed within the In the Lab program at the Playwrights’ Center. It was an intense week of exploration, listening, and collective creation. But above all, it...
This Monday we held the open showcase of the course “Acting in Spanish”, and it was a true celebration. From the very beginning, I knew this project was ambitious , not only because I dared to create a space I felt was needed, but also because...
Robert Redford passed away, and it saddens me. I admired him, and his departure affected me. He was a heartthrob, but he knew how to step aside from that role. He acted in beautiful and unforgettable films like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and...
Happy to have participated as an actress in the play QUINCEAÑERA, by Mayra Gurrola Calderón, directed by Nora Montañez Patterson, part of the Through Our Eyes 2 / New Play Festival at Open Eye Theatre. I had the opportunity to be part of our group of...
INTENSIVE 8-WEEK COURSE Directed by Carla Solari Program Description: This intensive 8-week course, conducted entirely in Spanish, offers practical training for actors through scene work, monologues, and soliloquies selected from foundational works of Hispanic theater. We will work with original texts by great playwrights, where language reaches its highest...
In 2011, I had the privilege of participating as an actress in a play by Lope de Vega at the International Festival of Classical Theatre, which takes place every year in the town of Almagro, Castilla-La Mancha, Spain. It was a transformative and revolutionary experience...
(On International Book Day) Each person has their own story with books and reading. I’d love to have photos of all the key moments in my relationship with the written word, but all I have is memory, an imprecise and treacherous archive. There’s my mom, reaching down...
For the last few days, I’ve had all sorts of thoughts swirling in my head, waiting to be shared, but a year-end cold that snuck into the new year has kept me stuck in a cycle of sneezes, sniffles, and a chorus of coughs. I...
