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Volume One | Summer 2019
Volume One | Summer 2019
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It was morning, already hot. I was sitting in the back seat<br />
of my mom’s minivan, looking out the window as we<br />
drove past the thin bridge-driveways along Cherokee<br />
Avenue. Sarah McLachlan’s “Adia” played on the radio. It<br />
was the summer of 1998.<br />
We had only lived in Columbus a short time then. In my<br />
early childhood in New York, I grew up taking dance<br />
lessons and auditioning for commercials and movies.<br />
When we moved to Rochester, MN for my father’s job, I<br />
got into the children’s theatre and took ballet classes. It<br />
only made sense that I was now on my way to Day 1 at<br />
the local theater camp.<br />
That year, Springer Academy was held at St. Elmo<br />
Elementary School due to renovations at the Opera<br />
House. We made the right turn onto Garrard Street and<br />
pulled into a parking lot. Mom and I walked into the<br />
building where I would meet other artsy, unique, and<br />
outgoing kids. I got my gray shirt with the drama faces<br />
printed in green. I wrote my first name in the box. In the<br />
summers to follow, I began to write my nickname, “Nat,”<br />
which Academy Director Ron Anderson would call me<br />
from then until he passed away many years later.<br />
As a young camper, I began to understand what it meant<br />
to be an artist. We were children, but we were still<br />
encouraged to treat theatre as a craft. I met people there I<br />
would go on to work with as an adult. Sara and Jef<br />
Holbrook, the dynamic couple behind the Springer Film<br />
Institute and producers of my web series “Grounds,” were<br />
my classmates. Sally Baker, the current director of the<br />
Springer <strong>The</strong>atre Academy, was my teacher. Some others<br />
I came to know there are now professional artists working<br />
in Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and Europe. But some<br />
of us are still here. And what we learned then has become<br />
foundational to what makes our local arts scene so<br />
powerful today: every voice is important, good art<br />
requires discipline and hard work, and a production is<br />
more powerful when its artists truly collaborate.<br />
I spent a decade in the Northeast after graduating from<br />
Columbus High School in 2004. I studied playwriting in<br />
college and graduate school, and began working as a<br />
playwright in Manhattan. <strong>The</strong> opportunities for theater<br />
professionals in New York are overwhelming. Calls for<br />
new plays, especially plays by emerging writers, are<br />
plentiful. I began to have a promising early career. Upon<br />
returning to Columbus in 2013, I panicked at the thought<br />
that the only producing theater in town was the Springer<br />
Opera House.<br />
One theater can only do so many shows, especially new<br />
plays which can be financially risky. I knew I needed to<br />
return to those early lessons of collaborative artwork if I<br />
wanted to continue thriving as a playwright.<br />
In 2014, I produced a staged reading and subsequent<br />
full-scale production of my play “<strong>The</strong> Old Ship of Zion”<br />
at the National Civil War Naval Museum. This journey<br />
drew me to two of my dearest theater collaborators:<br />
Jonathan Samuel Eddie Perkins, director of the Fountain<br />
City Slam, and the late Tamara L. Curry-Gill, actor and<br />
director.<br />
I worked with near strangers who became like family.<br />
<strong>The</strong> production was a financial success, thanks in part to<br />
the early support of local residents with a vision for arts<br />
and culture and the strong attendance of the<br />
performances.<br />
I believe the artistic journey of 2014 was responsible for<br />
my biggest growth as an artist thus far. I would put it<br />
above graduating from Tisch with my MFA or being<br />
produced off-Broadway at the Cherry Lane. Because that<br />
year back home in Columbus, I finally put old lessons<br />
into practice.<br />
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