WORDS Katie Vega PHOTOS Jon Kohn
Cloverdale Playhouse director Randy Foster puts it perfectly—theatre happens in the space between the audience and the actors.
There is something about theatre. Maybe it’s the fact that you are watching a story happen right before your eyes, acted out by real, live people. Or it may be the fact that you know you are experiencing something beautiful that you will never see again, except in your memories. Whatever the reason, the art of theatre is something to be experienced and our city has many opportunities to live out this artistic fantasy—whether for viewer or actor. I’ve recently found the perfect place to experience this connection.
Cloverdale Playhouse, housed in a 1930s church, is the location of something spectacular—something that has disappeared into the abyss. The Playhouse serves as a gathering place for a community of locals, working (and playing) together to create something magical. This big, happy family, disguised as teachers, shop owners, massage therapists, and restaurateurs, gathers with one goal in mind—to create a creative outlet for ordinary locals—just like themselves—to be something more. It is the place at the forefront for the redevelopment of our creative community.
Click Here to read the full feature.