There’s a lot of preparation happening for the fall season at Montreal Improv because it’s going to be packed!! I’m very excited for everything on the horizon and I hope you are too. Below is a brief outline of some of the things you really gotta know about. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
The muscles that we use when we are in love with someone are the same muscles that we use when we improvise. What they say to you matters, what they don’t say to you matters. When they touch you it matters, when they don’t touch you it matters. When they touch someone else it matters, when they don’t touch someone else it matters. When they say your name it matters, when they don’t say your name it matters. The muscles that we use in love are the same muscles we use in improvisation, because everything fucking matters.
Dave Razowsky. Taken from a list of memorable quotes from Improvention 2014.
Sometimes words hit you like a truck.
Do you let yourself make mistakes?
This morning I took out a sketchpad and some felt tip markers. I didn’t have a clear idea of what I want to create yet, but I touched the tip to the paper nonetheless. As I was drawing, a slip of my hand threw off my design and I was forced to re-adapt. As I worked around the “error”, I was transported back to a time in fourth grade…
The assignment was simple. Everyone was given a blank cardboard umbrella and was told to paint it with a design of their creation. At the end of class, I handed in a bright red umbrella with big black polka dots.
"Lovely," Mrs. Boone said. "Were you inspired by ladybugs?"
I explained to her that actually, I had a different idea, but as I was painting a big black blob of paint fell on my umbrella and I was forced to change my pattern.
"I like it," she said. "You used a mistake instead of letting it ruin your project."
The moment has stuck with me forever because of the impact her words had on me. The thing is, I never thought of the big black blob as a “mistake” until she said it was. To me, it was simply a thing that had happened, and I adapted accordingly.
Thinking back on the moment this morning, I realized that this is the essence of improv. You simply start something and keep moving in whatever direction it takes you. There are no “mistakes” unless we call them that way.