Arts Club: Burning Mom

I saw this excellent one-woman show last night about taking risks and enjoying the small moments in life and the ride along the way. It’s about the journey in general and our strong striving for some form of connection.

Photo courtesy of Arts Club Theatre.

It resonated with me in the sense that it made me think about the difference between attachment and connection. The main character’s name is Dorothy (played by Susinn McFarlen). Dorothy’s story is based on the playwright’s mother’s life. After losing her husband, she decides to take their RV on the road trip of his retirement dreams: she’s going to Burning Man. After all, it’s only a 21-hour drive to a weeklong culture festival and party with no plumbing in the middle of a desert—how hard can it be? Burning Mom is a stirring odyssey of self-discovery and tale of how art, everlasting roads, and human connection propel her along the way. McFarlen did a wonderful job of entertaining us with stories for over two hours, with one set/costume change after a short intermission.

With Lisa (my sister) celebrating her birthday at SANDBAR before the show. FYI – Sandbar offers 15% off the bill if you’re going to the Arts Club.  THAT was a nice surprise! Tisha (our amazing server) took this photo.

My question is – is everyone always trying to find themselves?  Are we trying to carve a path that will make us feel whole or make sense out of living? At times, I believe so.

I, myself, have never had a burning (pun intended) desire to go to this festival.  It’s not that I’m not curious about Burning Man, and probably once there I’d enjoy it for what it is…but it’s not on my bucket list.  Luckily, I’ve crossed a lot of stuff off my personal bucket list.  And it’s not a great idea to live someone else’s dream. Although I did live my late mother’s dream trip of going on safari.  With my sister no less.  What a bittersweet experience that was.

Getting back to the play; the only connection I have to this play is that my late husband had a Eurovan Camper that he loved and that we used a lot.  I didn’t love it as much but I ended up enjoying his enjoyment of it.  There were many special places we ended up discovering with that little camper.  However, after he passed, I tried to keep it and learn how to drive stick shift which didn’t work out so well in the end.  I had some similar parking experiences as the performer in this play. Some funny; some not.  I ended up selling it. So in essence I was hanging on to it because of his (not my) love of camping. Hanging on to someone else’s love of something is a form of attachment.

Anyway, I was recently discussing the difference between attachment and connection with a friend. The difference lies in their nature and depth.  Although I must say that I feel both an attachment and a connection to my dogs.

Attachment often stems from a need or dependency. It can involve clinging to someone or something for comfort, security, or emotional support. While attachment can feel strong, it may be rooted in fear—fear of loss, change, or being alone. It can sometimes create unhealthy dynamics if it becomes possessive or overly dependent.

Connection, on the other hand, is more about mutual understanding, resonance, and genuine presence. It doesn’t rely on need or fear but instead arises from shared experiences, values, and emotional attunement. A connection feels freeing, nurturing, and balanced—it’s about being with someone, not needing to hold on tightly.

Interesting, no?  How many things are you attached to and how many are you connected to?

Photo: d. king

MORE SHOWS ADDED—NOW PLAYING TO APRIL 24

Granville Island Stage

Cast: Susinn McFarlen – Dorothy

Creative

  1. Mieko Ouchi Director
  2. Patrick Rizzotti Set Designer
  3. Kirsten McGhie Costume Designer
  4. John Webber Lighting Designer
  5. Kim Clegg Projection Designer
  6. Ashley Au Sound Designer
  7. Ana Camacho Assistant Set Designer9.
  8. Rebecca Mulvihill Stage Manager 9.
  9. Harlow Nguyen Apprentice Stage Manager

Arts Club: Ring of Fire

Last night I attended the opening night performance of “Ring of Fire” – a compelling storytelling through song about the legendary Johnny Cash, including his family and wife; the amazing June Carter Cash.

Patrick Metzger, Devon Busswood, Frankie Cottrell, Tainui Kuru, and Caitriona Murphy in Ring of Fire, 2024; set design by Patrick Rizzotti; costume design by Jessica Oostergo; lighting design by Robert Sondergaard; photo by Moonrider Productions for the Arts Club Theatre Company

Luckily my friend Lynda and I made it to the Arts Club Theatre at Granville Island only minutes before the start, after mistakenly first going to the Stanley Alliance Theatre on South Granville.  I wondered why the marquee said “Guys and Dolls.”  Anyway; note to self: always double check the ticket info beforehand duh.

In a nutshell the show was nothing short of INCREDIBLE.  The performers were top-notch with their singing and musical instrument capabilities, that it could’ve easily been a Broadway Musical.  I mean; they were truly mind-blowing.

Frankie Cottrell (as Johnny Cash) in Ring of Fire, 2024; set design by Patrick Rizzotti; costume design by Jessica Oostergo; lighting design by Robert Sondergaard; photo by Moonrider Productions for the Arts Club Theatre Company

I’m personally not a huge country music fan, however I always admired Johnny Cash.  His charisma and deep, resonant voice had a distinctive style blending country, rockabilly, blues, and gospel.

He often sang about the struggles of the common man, themes of redemption, faith, and justice. Cash’s music captured the essence of the human experience, reflecting both personal introspection and societal commentary.

Cast of Ring of Fire, 2024; set design by Patrick Rizzotti; costume design by Jessica Oostergo; lighting design by Robert Sondergaard; photo by Moonrider Productions for the Arts Club Theatre Company

Beyond his music, he was recognized for his authenticity and enduring influence on generations of musicians and fans alike.

Devon Busswood (as June Carter Cash) in Ring of Fire, 2024; set design by Patrick Rizzotti; costume design by Jessica Oostergo; lighting design by Robert Sondergaard; photo by Moonrider Productions for the Arts Club Theatre Company

I highly recommend seeing this show if you’re in Vancouver – even if you’re not a huge country music fan.

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A NEW SPIN ON A TIMELESS COMEDY

Father Tartuffe: An Indigenous Misadventure is playing at the Arts Club Theatre in Vancouver until March 24th, 2024.

Every now and again I may invite a guest reviewer on this site.  Today it is Paul LeMay who I’ve asked to give his take on “Father Tartuffe” from the opening night at the Arts Club Theatre.  

The arts (theatre, poetry, music, painting, sculpture, literature, dance) done with skill and imagination, are an essential part of life.

Paul’s Review:

Father Tartuffe: An Indigenous Misadventure is built around a play called Tartuffe, or the Impostor, originally written by Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, who is better known as Molière. Molière, who lived during the reign of France’s King Louis XIV, is often described as France’s Shakespeare. However, unlike the Bard, Molière preferred comedic plays.

And comedy is the operant word here, which is important when one considers the times in which the play is being performed. I refer here to several world headline grabbing allegations made in recent years by certain First Nations spokespeople about the abuses and yes, possible crimes indigenous students allegedly suffered at the hands of unscrupulous clergy in Canada’s various denominational native residential schools. So, given the huge social controversy these stories sparked, what could possibly be considered comedic diving into that terrain?

And perhaps that’s the inescapable point worth mentioning here. Many of European settler ancestry might be inclined to believe this play might be all about pointing many accusatory fingers at the perpetrators of cultural genocide against first nations peoples, and the legacy of harm it unleashed in its wake. And who would want to squirm in their seats for two hours in some in unrelenting guilt fest? I have to admit, these were some of the thoughts that crossed my mind before attending the performance.

Well, I am here to tell you that’s not what indigenous  playwright Herbie Barnes did. Rather, the play took a much more light-hearted aim at the immoral character of an exploitive Montreal priest by the name of Tartuffe, which was entirely in keeping with the original Molière play title. Tartuffe had been invited to live in the home of an extended first nations family, that was itself already in the process of trying to find out what it meant to be an “Indian” in 1967 Canada. Sure, in some respects one could argue that the Tartuffe character was a symbolic stand-in for the duplicitous white man who speaks with forked-tongue. But for many, that allusion might completely escape their immediate recognition.

Yet both the play, and its performers, did not disappoint. In fact, on both counts, both exceeded my original expectations; and it accomplished what it set out to accomplish, namely, to make people laugh.  And laugh we did, even at jokes filled with all manner of culturally riské inuendo, that tastefully never quite crossed the line into taboo land. From my eyes, the play was part situation comedy, part farce, part inside jokes among native people, and together, the mix proved cathartic, if not, therapeutic.

And as the ancient Greeks knew long ago, this can help audience members (society’s members) both explore and release pent up guilts and/or mental tensions around almost any topic, in the hope they realize that we are all flawed individuals trying to make our way through life the best way we can…even screwing up on occasion despite our best of intentions. And this alchemy succeeds because such is the universal human condition. In this respect, this play and its performers, proved both healing and entertaining. What more can one ask of a play? In this regard, it was an evening well spent.

February 28 to March 24:

 To book:

https://artsclub.com/shows/2023-2024/father-tartuffe-an-indigenous-misadventure