Dust

 

dust

21 W, 1 M / 80 MINUTES

Wrestling with the reality that he has just killed every young woman he’s ever spoken to, Boy spends his last minutes spinning a story that looks not unlike J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan. These women – these sirens – compete to be heard as their story unfolds. They are Lost Girls. They are mermaids. They are everything. And then there’s Wendy. His Wendy. Boy is convinced that she’s the only person who understands him. Until she doesn’t. Part dance, part theatre, Dust plays like a music score that’s been infiltrated by poetry, giving voice to the unspeakable.  

Productions & Development

YOUTH THEATRE NORTHWEST (MERCER ISLAND, WA)
WORKSHOP PRODUCTION
DIR. ERIN MURRAY, 2018

SEWANEE WRITERS CONFERENCE (SEWANEE, TN)
WORKSHOP
MODERATED BY NAOMI IIZUKA, 2016

ARTISTS BLOC (WASHINGTON, DC)
WORKSHOP
DIR. HUNTER STYLES, 2013

PAGE TO STAGE AT THE KENNEDY CENTER (DC)
STAGED READING
DIR. HUNTER STYLES, 2012

Honors & Awards

2017 EUGENE O'NEILL NATIONAL PLAYWRIGHTS' CONFERENCE SEMI-FINALIST

 
TD Smith and Jessica Thorne rehearsing during the 2013 workshop of Dust.

TD Smith and Jessica Thorne rehearsing during the 2013 workshop of Dust.

BOY
Of course she didn’t say that
But imagine if she did
How differently things would have turned out
How happy we’d be
Instead, I’m buckled down with a love
So deep
So painful
So spectrally consummate
So all-consuming
That if I wrote about it in English class
Even a couple words
I would be A+ college bound over the fucking moon
Because this is a love so big
I can’t even tell if she’s real or my own concoction
All I know is I wanted her to spend her life with me
And that’s exactly what she did
— Dust