Category Archives: Practice

I’m presenting audio excerpts from my Nonlinear Lineage project at The Abrons Arts Center as part of the upcoming American Realness Festival, opening January 9th. Find out more here.

I hope you’ll join me next week for WestFest, a dance festival in the historic Westbeth Artists’ Residence building. I am co-producing this festival, which runs from April 24-28, includes site-specific performances animating multiple spaces within the iconic building as well … Continue reading →

Some thoughts on the recent In and Out of Uniform, are now published on The Performance Club. Enjoy….

I’m looking for an intern, starting in January.  Primary tasks include interview transcription and digital audio/video file organization. Clever folks with solid typing skills, who are comfortable working with a/v files and have a keen interest in the oral history … Continue reading →

I spent the summer watching the performance that is New York City, and I wrote a bit about it for the Brooklyn Rail.

Read that smokey, boozed-up jazz. R E A D thoughts strung together like daisies. Read that speed that coked-up snap. entertain us. Read the questions before your questions. Read the fears before your fears. Read the years and years of … Continue reading →

This is the text of the piece I performed at P.S. 122’s “Old School Benefit” last night, as part of P.S.’s RetroFutureSpective Festival.  Tomorrow, P.S. 122 will close for renovation. Hi, I’m Sarah Maxfield.  I used to work here.  I … Continue reading →

I need your old junk.   As part of an upcoming project at The Chocolate Factory Theater, I’m developing an exhibit of performance ephemera.  I’d love to include as many things as possible (from as many contributors as possible), which represent … Continue reading →

On Friday, October 8th at 9PM, a bus will depart from Fort Greene, Brooklyn.  The bus will carry performers.  The bus will carry an audience.  The performers and the audience are likely the same people.  The bus will embark on … Continue reading →

I’ve barely begun and we’re all crying.  Mary and the others are sitting in the kitchen chairs – the ones that go with the table we’ve shoved aside for the moment.  I unravel a ribbon from my pocket and bust … Continue reading →