I am here in Adelaide, Australia at the request of UNISA, The University of Southern Australia. Been here since August 6th. Tonight I performed Something Dark, my play, to a capacity audience at The Nexus Theatre. Post performance I sat on stage for an audience discussion. This has become an integral part of the work.
One question lodged in mind. In light of my play a gentleman asked “In memoir what is imagination and what is fact?”. Was he accusing me of lying. “I have, proved what happened in childhood. “ I said “I have proved it through television and radio documentary: through evidence.” I said. “and through testament of key individuals. I am justified in each fact illuminated throughout the play you’ve just seen. I could not stand before you otherwise”.
But the question festers. How do we remember the moments in our lives, the magical chemistry of physical moments and emotional senses? Fact and imagination weld together? Aside from all my meticulous gatherings is imagination, after all, not fact? And if not, why not?
(this blog is part 1 of 2 and should not be read alone)