(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...
TODAY IS THE BEST DAY IN THE WORLD, proclaimed my youngest niece, bursting with excitement. Santa Claus’s arrival was imminent, and she was looking for him everywhere: the sky, the neighbors’ rooftops, and any flickering light that might give him away. She had taken precautions...
Last Thursday, finally, with this wonderful group from the BFA Actor Training Program at the University of Minnesota that I was fortunate to work with, we premiered "Anna in the Tropics" by the brilliant Nilo Cruz. For someone like me, who usually finds words quite easily,...
Today, in Argentina, we celebrate Teacher's Day, and tonight, in Minneapolis, a new chapter begins for me as I join the BFA Actor Training Program in the Department of Theatre Arts and Dance at the University of Minnesota. Much of my artistic work has taken...
In these days in Buenos Aires, I had the chance to see some plays. Not all the ones I would have liked, but those that time allowed me. After a year and a half of watching and performing theater only in English, landing in “Ya...
I opened my eyes and saw her; she was as beautiful as ever - Silvina Garré The brief days of the reunion are ending, and my heart tightens in a crazy swirl of emotions. Just a few hours between the foot that will step onto the plane...
In my third year of high school, I found out about the National Conservatory of Dramatic Arts because a student of our school had studied there. I tracked her down through a teacher and asked to speak with her. One afternoon, she came to the...
On Saturday, with this beautiful group, we had our last public reading of Benjamin Benne's play as part of the Playlabs Festival at the Playwright Center. After two weeks of intense work, we had the final performance of this stage of the "Fantasma" process. Grateful...
I think about the body, its power and fragility, how each person inhabits it, its deterioration over time, and the limits that define it. Almost as if it were something foreign, I think about it, while living it. Sometimes it seems like a prison, and...