Two nights ago I went with my family to see a performance of A Snowy Day and other stories by Ezra Jack Keats at the Seattle Children's Theater. As I watched, I realized that I was experiencing something that I hadn't in many years: the power of art to truly transport the individual, both maker and receiver.
The actors on stage on Friday night accomplished this. Despite the story and performance being geared for a younger audience I was completely enraptured, drifting in and out of an awareness of my life outside the theater. To look around and see the many young faces, bodies on the edges of their seats, sometimes speaking out loud to the characters, brought me much joy and relief. It reminded me of the importance of incorporating creativity into our lives and the lives of our children. It gives us voice, provides us with means of expression, sharing and coping.
I believe that creating art requires a willingness and an ability to be vulnerable, to subject yourself to the power of the medium which draws you and to be willing to share that. These rare moments of performance can open up a portal and offer us the opportunity to step through, detaching ourselves from the weights which hold us in the wrong place too often. I feel honored and lucky. I got to see that, I got to feel it. To witness an artist be transported is one of the greatest gifts. I am grateful to the performers for welcoming us into some of the most personal places of their being.