Book Design

Two book design projects of mine have recently been published!

The first is A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gynecologic Oncology Unit at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center of New York City by Halley Feiffer. I designed the cover for Overlook Press (recently acquired by Abrams).

From the publisher: In Halley Feiffer’s “ painfully irresistible” (The New York Times) new play, a foul-mouthed twenty-something comedian and a middle-aged man embroiled in a nasty divorce are brought together unexpectedly when their cancer-stricken mothers become roommates in the hospital. Together, this unlikely duo must negotiate some of life’s biggest challenges… while making some of the world’s most inappropriate jokes. Can these two very lost people learn to laugh through their pain and lean on each other when all they really want to do is run away?

The second is Unsmudged, by Nanette Walsh. I designed the entire project, including the interior typography.

From the book description:

Peggy Williams, the last teacher certified and personally trained by F.M. Alexander, was known for the extraordinary quality of her touch, the precision and clarity of which even confounded the London police! After a burglary in her flat in the 1980s, detectives dusted her rooms for fingerprints. Perplexed by what they found, they exclaimed, “Your fingerprints, even in the kitchen, are unsmudged!”

In this book, Peggy shares the fascinating story of her life, her training, and her thoughts on the Technique with author and Alexander Technique teacher, Nanette Walsh. Through poignant and humorous interviews and rare recorded lessons, Nanette provides readers with an archival document of the life and teaching of this important teacher, offering readers an encounter with Peggy that is clean, clear, and like Peggy’s fingerprints—unsmudged.

Juilliard Showcase

4TH YEAR NYC SHOWCASE
Sunday, April 1, 2018 at 6:00pm (friends & family only)
Monday, April 2 at 1:00pm (industry only)
Monday, April 2 at 5:30pm (industry only)
Monday, April 2 at 8:00pm (industry only)

4TH YEAR LOS ANGELES SHOWCASE
Wednesday, April 18 at 1:30pm 
Wednesday, April 18 at 7:00pm

Waiting for Godot at Juilliard

WAITING FOR GODOT

By Samuel Beckett

Directed by Moni Yakim

(I’m playing Lucky)

 

Sunday, February 11, 2018 at 7:00pm

Wednesday, February 14, 2018 at 2:00pm

Saturday, February 17, 2018 at 8:00pm

Sunday, February 18, 2018 at 2:00pm

Tickets: available at Juilliard.edu

The Triumph of Love at Juilliard

TRIUMPH OF LOVE
By Pierre Carlet de Chamblain de Marivaux
Translated, Adapted and Directed by Stephen Wadsworth
Thursday, December 7, 2017 at 7:30pm
Friday, December 8, 2017 at 7:30pm
Saturday, December 9, 2017 at 2:00pm and 8:00pm
Sunday, December 10, 2017 at 7:00pm
Monday, December 11, 2017 at 7:30pm

Tickets: Juilliard.edu

Photo: Philip Stoddard / Costumes: Sarah Cubbage

observations on a spider in a side room at Jim Houghton’s theater on west 42nd street

today in your theater a spider 
interrupted my pushup
tan silver tall slow
just beneath my nose

something stopped
me squishing it

a summer ago 
before you died
we asked entranced
“how can you stand
to stay so brave and kind
while your own insides 
eat you alive? 
don’t you get tired?”

you nibbled your bland cancer snack 
and said 
“besides kin,
my mission fuels my life” 

your mission 
a web of collision and love
the word and access
a lobby

“you all really oughta write 
personal mission statements”
you said, haloed in purpose
spoon full of mashed potatoes

so once he died i did it
stated my personal mission
it gave me height but did not stick

we have this teacher 
her name’s René
i don't know if she means it to 
every tape she shows gets me 
thinking “what would i die for?” 
(she means it to)

Harvey Milk shot
Nelson Mandela jailed
we watch Joan of Arc melt
wild-eyed bold and stone true
even the eyes of hatechurch Shirley
glisten with the peace of a martyr’s certainty
and now looking at you, i see

a mission isn’t the statement it’s the question
not the means but the end 
now how i will live but
what would i burn for? 

those people in new hampshire  
have it figured out 
if you mark the license plates 
live free or die
but under the Concord dome, Mary 
the docent said the rest of the quote was 
for death 
is not the greatest of evils 

and it's not 
it’s promised

what's bone but 
a moment of atoms
what’s skin but a vessel for a life’s thesis

whether that’s bisexual pride
couch potato
or freed feet on bare earth 
if i stitch my soul to an idea i’d die for 
i’ll live forever

what stopped me squishing that 
spider was knowing that you could
die for a lobby
and for every creature
in it

the short way's the wrong frame
may my game be the long game 
my home, noplace but the earth 
noplace vague and opaque as  
the shapes states take 

so that when they take me to the stake
i’ll be 
elsewhere 
(that’s their mistake)
i’ll grin serene
and sure
and burn,  
burn 






Photo: big, old trees grow in a row on a fallen nurse log in Lake Quinault, Washington

WSJ. Magazine & Asian Erasure at Juilliard

My first article for The Citizen-Penguin, the online student newspaper I started at Juilliard, was posted yesterday. It’s about a recent WSJ. Magazine piece featuring “the people at Juilliard who make it what it is,” a tricky claim since there are no students of Asian descent in the piece even though they make up 32% of the student body. In my spare time before and after tech for Henry V and Cymbeline, I’ve spoken to several administrators and classmates about press opportunities, race at Juilliard, and Asian erasure. Here’s an excerpt and a link to read more.

It is possible to sit in Juilliard’s Student Multipurpose Room and not see any students. To the southwest, a wall of glass looks out onto the Illumination Lawn, the Pool through the windows of Lincoln Ristorante, and the tops of the trees in the Grove. To the northwest, windows overlook a rarely used walkway and the wide chasm between the SMR and the Student Lounge. Far from the barefoot dancers, rowdy opera singers and discordant practice rooms, this room is where ‘contained’ events at Juilliard take place; opening night receptions, closed faculty meetings, Juilliard ‘Spotlight’ video shoots, and visiting therapy dogs all find safe haven here.

One Monday in December, the day after the first snow flurries of the season, The Wall Street Journal set up shop in the SMR. Two representatives from WSJ. Magazine (tagline: “The Luxury of Choice”), accompanied by an assistant from the Juilliard Development & Public Affairs office, individually met with students during an “open call” for a forthcoming feature on “the people at Juilliard who make it what it is.”

Some students and observers have cried foul on just that: who makes Juilliard what it is, and who decides?… Read the article.

Read the article.

croquet on the muskeg

croquet on the muskeg



we        boardwalk up mountainside
beeline past        dark treeline to eldritch earth 
watch yourself        among bog-blueberries
that teal and tart dart        bog-orchids marshmarigolds
violets fragile and nearly nothing        the moonlight above
below Taku winds scrape the town and churn the Channel

when        you play croquet on the
muskeg        slip the wickets in slow 
springy ground        peat and moss and twig
blandest crowberries        fronds of the western bracken stab
green-black sponge        our mallets rest on cedar silhouettes
ancient gnarled whorls stunted in the pitch mountain air
 
muskeg        it's tundra's insult it's 
helldeep         pothole ponds that sunk our balls
it's where you knew        i wouldn't be back for years
it's where moose trip        drown trapped in the permafrost
it's a verse from Mark or Matthew        a prophet beloved
everywhere except his skunk-cabbage hometown

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