Just so we’re clear: we, are a theatre group.

Or rather, a group that loves and lives theatre. So you can only imagine what we’re like. Literary *cough* snobs, are what we’re called. I prefer ‘well-read’. Moody, we’re called. I prefer ‘eccentric’.

Ah, well. The audience is always right. Crazy, maybe, but always right.

In the public eye, we call ourselves Orchestrated Q’Works (Don’t say it phonetically, the second word is pronounced “Quirks”. Get it? It’s not the best, but we’re proud of it. So hey.), but for the most part, we have managed to agree that our name means very little to what we do.

Which is why, we didn’t name the blog for the group that moderates it. We named it for something far more special to us than just a name. We named it for the buttery, soft source of our inspiration: the one satiation to our hunger after hours of production discussions and scheduling.

The Bun-Maska.

(Trumpet music.)

For those of us who are not aware of the food item to which I so reverently refer, take a look at the picture below.Image

Beautiful, isn’t she? And guess what? She tastes better.

Like a butter sandwich, right, except with thicker, softer bread, and milkier butter.

Why, you wonder, do I speak of sandwiches, while I started this post professing my profound theatre-sensibilities? Well, truth is, after months and months of chais (Which is tea.), and smokes (Which is…wait. You know that.) and, the eternal bun-maskas, theatre is not the same feeling without them.

Not that I claim that any of theatre’s magic lies in the food that comes with it (Okay, maybe a little). It’s more like…inspiration. And where do we find inspiration? Between two slices of bread.

Call us strange, so what.

If we weren’t, would we have the courage to step into the theatre?

So, coming to, why are we here? Well, to speak of our art. To find people who want to speak of theirs. To find minds that we can create great art with. (This is sounding more and more like a matrimonial ad, so I shall stop now.) But all in all, just some good, fun, across-the-borders conversation. Because nothing is stronger than a shared love for the stage. Nobody really understand theatre-people like other theatre-people do. You know I’m right.

“No theatre could sanely flourish until there was an umbilical connection between what was happening on the stage and what was happening in the world.”

-Kenneth Tynan.


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