Directed final project at NYU-Playwrights Downtown

My adaptation of Miller’s Death of a Salesman felt like the perfect capstone to my time at NYU. For what felt like the first time at this scale, my aesthetic interests were realized and spoke to one another. It was also a tremendous exercise in getting vulnerable in my work.

This production truly taught me how the personal is political, and vice versa.

Having grown up in poverty in the New Jersey suburbs, my family experienced life teetering on the violent boundary between reality and fantasy. To work through material so close to me, and come out on the other side with a highly choreographic, indicting, and moving production was a gift.

This production was centered around the question - what is a person worth? The text was cut to 90 intermissionless minutes, with no epilogue except for a rainfall of cash and Linda’s resounding “We’re free… We’re free…” Framed entirely as a memory play, the action flashed before Willy’s eyes in the moment between his car’s impact and his death. Cast with eight women, we were able to incisively critique the misogyny latent in both Miller’s text and the destructive systems he was pointing to, while also moving passed that to understand something deeper about class, worth, and fantasy.

Go to my Directing page to view production photos.