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Lindsay Morgan

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Lindsay has a B.A. in Dramatic Production, and is currently pursuing her M.A. in Dramatic Arts. She has been involved in over 29 productions during her collegiate career, in capacities from stage crew to director, with frequent forays into design, playwriting, and acting. As part of her Master’s program, she is currently teaching a collegiate-level course on public speaking. 

          I do a lot of different things. It might be accurate to say I’m a perpetual jack-of-all-trades, master of…some? Eventually. In my undergrad career I had four different majors, and honestly have yet to escape any of them.

          First, I was a studio art major. This was mostly a paperwork mistake by someone else, but served me nonetheless. I love to draw – I’m more a cartoonist than a realist, but I love it. Oil painting was apparently not my thing, but gouache and I got along just fine. With art, I was not limited to the images inside my head – I could replicate them, put them on paper or canvas or scrap napkins and share them with others. People could see what I saw – I could pass on thoughts I had no words for.

          My second major was history. I’ve always been a history buff, and can easily bury myself in research and books. History is a story – the grand story of all that has been. The joy, the pain, the trauma and the triumph. Every person who has ever existed has had a story to tell – a story and a perspective all their own. Plus, as they say, those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

          The next major was a retraction, in a way. I went back to the art department – this time in graphic design. This began the slippery slope – I still could draw and colour, and now could use technology to further communicate the things that were in my head.

          However, during my graphic design years – the longest stretch of my undergrad career – another area began its siren song to me. Even if I didn’t want to admit it at the time, I didn’t want to spend my life painting still lifes or designing logos. Could I do it? Probably. But somewhere in my head, a little voice just wouldn’t shut up.

          “I just want to tell stories!”

          I wanted to be a storyteller – I was a storyteller. My art, my writing, my everyday communication – I loved to tell stories. Whatever the medium, that was my goal. But what medium to use?

          Life itself was the ultimate medium – a daily adding to the great story of all history. An image can tell a story, but it is frozen – poignant in its captured moment, but eventually stagnant. Words can only go halfway to form the picture in our mind’s eye, and music – while it flies with our very souls, and cuts out the sounds we cannot utter – lacks a body in this world. No picture can capture, nor words explain, nor music express – alone – what we experience day by day. Life, though, is an unpredictable medium at best. So what to do? When you combine art, words, music, and an imitation of life…you get drama. Cinema, theatre, performance art – storytelling.

          So who am I?

          Just a storyteller.

          Nothing more, nothing less.

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