Audrey Zielenbach is the Artistic Assistant at Gulfshore Playhouse.
Where has the time gone? It feels like just yesterday that we were preparing to present the Fourth Annual New Works Festival and welcome new and returning staff ahead of our first show. In these few short months, we’ve covered so much ground that it’s hard to believe the season is only halfway done! For me, the holidays are the perfect time for reflection and for looking to the year ahead! Especially the latter because we are well under way preparing for the 4 phenomenal productions and events coming your way this spring as well as all of the sneaky season planning that Kristen, Jeff, and I are doing.
We are all so proud of the two outstanding productions we have mounted so far. Thank you for venturing to England with us for two incredibly different shows: Constellations and My Fair Lady. Both of these works challenged the Playhouse and our patrons in new and exciting ways and we know our spring season will continue this trend. On top of these productions, we had a number of successful events including our annual Golf Tournament and our very first Page to Stage fundraiser, The Loverly Tea.
Take a look at the slideshow below featuring photos from our wonderful fall productions and events!
It’s hard to believe that 2017 is just over a week away and I cannot wait to see what it has in store. Thank you all for being on this journey with us! It just wouldn’t be the same without you! I wish you the happiest of holidays and in the spirit of what is past and what is ahead, I leave you with a quote from our old friend, Jacob Marley:
He felt the laughter rippling out of him, like a wave, released, flowing, blessing everything it touches, healing and making things grow. And he saw the effect of the laughter – saw it change and heal the world; not only uplifting to the people it touched, causing them to leave their troubles for a moment, to grow and to expand beyond them; but the wind and the grasses, the waters and the very stars laughed along with him and sang their joy…He laughed again, and he felt things cracking inside him, falling, exploding away – old ideas, brittle shells, papier-mâché husks – all too small for him now, now that he knew what he knew. And he laughed and laughed.