What happens when you see something you wish you had not seen? The role of theater and literature is often to examine those things we would rather leave under the big, dank rock. As a writer is it possible to write authentically if the experience is not your own? If you internalize it, rather like a method actor event, how does your own story change the pitch (think music, also think cricket as a spectator, yet it is 'so real').
And then there is the issue of validity: did I see it? Did it happen. I think I'm so rational, but when I reexamine the event it turns out my own memories betray me. Can I rely on my own data once I work through this ugly truth. What role does our subconscious play on how we portray drama?
The role of action in a plot set: am I supposed to do anything about it? The event is making my heart twist, but do I actually need to act. If my action causes future problems...blah, blah. I can see all of this in the surface of the dirt...ok clay. Is rendering in the plastic arts any different than in a performative space?
Is it worse when it happens in a family context...what role does context play? Context can make an event personal, but does that add to the experience? And then there is the role of viewer, audience participation as an anthropological take; does the audience change the experience? And post-production cocktail; viewing a dicey event, with commentary by viewers--it certainly spices up the theater in total. How does live theater differ from the stuff elsewhere?
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