Matthew Paul Olmos
MATTHEW PAUL OLMOS spent two years in the Mabou Mines/SUITE Resident Artist Program developing his play The Nature of Captivity; he is also a three-time Sundance Institute Fellowship/Residency recipient, New Dramatists Resident Playwright, Baryshnikov Arts Center Resident Artist, Princess Grace Award in Playwriting Awardee, inaugural La MaMa e.t.c.'s Ellen Stewart Emerging Playwright Award as selected by Sam Shepard, and an Ensemble Studio Theater lifetime member. His plays have been produced both nationally and internationally, taught in universities, and published by both NoPassport Press and Samuel French. For more information: www.matthewpaulolmos.com
MAY 2017 | Theater
In the past year, our days have been filled with controversial changes in policy, irrational polarization between political parties, and widening evidence of government corruption. As such, many of us are on constant alert and in continual political dialogues both on and offline.
JUL-AUG 2016 | Theater
I distinctly remember walking into a screening room lobby at the Sundance Resort in the mountains of Utah for the final workshop presentation of Christopher Chen’s Caught, a piece Chen had spent the past three weeks rigorously developing as part of the 2014 Sundance Theater Lab.
DEC 15-JAN 16 | Theater
I was fortunate to spend two years (2008 2010) in the Mabou Mines/SUITE Resident Artist Program where I was mentored by co-Artistic Directors Ruth Maleczech and Terry O’Reilly. It was a transformative time in my life, so in 2013, shortly after Ruth’s passing, I added an epilogue
JUL-AUG 2013 | Theater
I often find myself a bit sad after the closing of a show. I miss the daily rehearsals, the continual discussions of the work and how to make it better. I miss the nervousness of audiences walking in and I miss talking with the team afterwards at the bar about what went wrong and what went right.
DEC 12-JAN 13 | Theater
My mother firmly believes that you dont really know who you are, as a person, until your mid-30s.
JUNE 2010 | Theater
Imagine the entire crowd at a Yankee stadium suddenly buying tickets to the theater.
OCT 2008 | Theater
Weve all sat in the back of a cab, glimpsing the drivers area. Squinting to get a better look at the name on the license, listening to the music playing in the background, wondering who theyre talking to on their mobile. Maybe weve even tried to cross the divide, after a late night in Manhattan, making intoxicated, possibly annoying, small talk.
FEB 2016 | Theater
I was fortunate to spend two years (2008 2010) in the Mabou Mines/SUITE Resident Artist Program where I was mentored by co-Artistic Directors Ruth Maleczech and Terry O’Reilly.
OCT 2015 | Theater
When we think of Taylor Mac, what do we see? An immediate rush of beautiful colors and wild theatrics, creations grand in both presentation and content. From A 24-Decade History of Popular Music, in which he engages the audience in exploring how communities are built (“through dire circumstances”) while performing a concert revue of our last twenty-four decades of music, to The Lily’s Revenge, a five-act, five-hour piece with a cast of forty with each act directed by a different director, Taylor approaches theater with absolute abandon.
NOV 2014 | Theater
I met one of my closest friends in graduate school. We were both aspiring playwrights; I, however had the strangely distinct luck to be from a poor background and of minority descent, while he was from plentiful means and Caucasian.
NOV 2013 | Theater
I first met Dominique Morisseau through the Lark Play Development Centeras a fantastically skilled actress who, for me, originated the role of Camae in Katori Halls The Mountaintop. Fast forward several years: again at the Lark, now I am on the final selection committee for Playwrights Week, when I read Detroit 67, a play filled with a beautifully rhythmic language and a dark heart, its characters struggling to stay afloat in the middle of the 1967 Detroit Riots.
NOV 2011 | Theater
In her newest work, The Sugar House at the Edge of the Wilderness, we see the remnants of a family who communicate via Twitter, via a home for troubled teens (aka the Sugar House), via the dead and buried, and via the silences we so often extend to the people we actually care about.
DEC 10-JAN 11 | Theater
My mother was driving in Los Angeles with a friend, when her friend suggested that they stop off at an interesting looking bakery they had just passed. Being a native Los Angeleno, my mother said, Theyre not gonna want us in there. To which her friend replied, Rita, theyre a business, they want business, from whoever. (Disclaimer: dialogue is approximate.) So they made a little bet, parked out front, then went on in.