...a little art, a little poetry, a lot of magic!
Leslie K. Gray
THEATRE
"HELL PREPARED", Theatre Dybbuk at the Philosophical Research Society, 2019
As Theatre Dybbuk's resident production designer, Leslie has been able to create elements and environments for their very intensive shows. For this one, Leslie designed a 17th century forest Sephardic Synagogue within the confines of PRS' auditorium where audiences didn't know whether they were indoors or out in the rustic woods.
In October of 2020, during lockdown,Theatre Dybbuk's Artistic Director Aaron Henne interviewed Leslie for their ongoing series of conversations with accomplished artists and theater makers.
SHADOW PUPPET SHOWS
CHANGE THE WORLD
CHASE THE KANGAROO
LIVING LIGHTS, an original shadow puppet performance about Hanukkah, commissioned for the Skirball Cultural Center, 2011.
ORIGINALTHEATRICAL PRODUCTIONS
MAUDIT, a multi-style adult puppetry production about Modigliani's unknown but brilliant wife, Jeanne Heburterne. Performed at Highways Performance Space.
SIDESHOW ANGEL/THEPTIDA BAHI, a dance-performance piece in collaboration with renowned Thai multi-disciplinary artists Ronnarong Kampha and Waewdao Sirisook was performed at Ma Chere Artspace in Chiang Mai, Thailand, 2014.
DOES HE KNOW?, a n originalpuppet performance piece was done at the Electric Lodge in Venice, CA.
EN LA NOCHE is based on a short story by Uruguayan writer Horácio Quiroga
and is done in either English or Spanish.
WRITER, DIRECTOR, VISUAL & PUPPETRY ARTIST
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THE REAL STRAND
It will take a miracle for me to accept
That all we float between us
Is a tiny globe, complete with mini-countries
Diminutive oceans, and fierce border disputes.
We share our responsibility like sharks share chum.
My hand, your ear, my nose, your gaze, my wish,
Your dream, my sight, your pain.
We don't do this well, this planet lording. Perhaps,
if we were beings in other skins,
we would find the little thread that really binds us
and realize how much blood it has soaked up.
I AM THE HEIGHT OF TIES
That photo, you know which one,
Me centered, clasped by your arm
June heat, but we all grin.
BERRIES AND CHEESE
Believe the farmer
Knock box, crate, carton
The vine morsels, pluckable to a fault
I never like seeds, you say
Our heavens pucker, angels frown
Offer keffir in a spoon with jewels atop.
You turn down immortality so well.
SING
We've played it too many times
And never do it.
We've saved it too many times
And never woo it.
We'll be old and bent over canes
Before the essence of those sweet refrains
Dissolves in empty placemat stains.
And how, and how, and how...