The World’s a Stage, the Stage a World


I started this post this past summer and shelved it, deciding that because it is about acting and not painting, it was outside the scope of my blog. Also, I was afraid it would prove controversial. Then Donald Trump was elected president. In a world where creating beauty is an act of defiance and tolerance is viewed as weak, I must find the words to respond. So here goes: 

This past June I acted in Dying City, a play by Christopher Shinn. We rehearsed during the debate on transgender rights and the so-called “bathroom bill” and performed the final show of the run the day after the deadliest mass shooting in U.S. history at The Pulse Nightclub in Orlando.

As we prepared for the final performance of Dying City, I couldn’t help but consider the tragedy from perspective of Peter, the character I played. How would he have reacted? Fifty people died and forty-three were injured that night in Orlando. Would Peter reach out to friends in the LGBT community, or would he shrink into himself? You see, Peter is gay. Clearly, he is fictional character, I’m aware of that. The curtain closes and I leave him behind, returning to the privileged safe life of a straight-white-male in Montana. I have no direct connection to the horrendous events Orlando. Yet there is something of Peter that I carry with me, a flickering life that stretches my imagination and compels me to see the world from a different perspective.

The beating heart of acting is empathy. Empathy recognizes that every character trait, whether noble or vile, resides somewhere within me. To say that Peter is a gay actor dealing with the loss of his twin brother is not very useful. That is just a label and a situation. To make him real I must find the individual. I find him in my own experiences and relationships. I look outward for clues and inward for the beating heart of the character. There is truth in the fiction.

And there is fiction in the truth. We take flesh-and-blood-individuals with hopes and dreams and fears and reduce them to labels. We make fiction of what is real.

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Peter in a dress rehearsal of Caldera Theatre Company‘s production of Dying City, I also played Peter’s twin brother, Craig. Photo courtesy of Hunter D’Antuono/ Livingston Enterprise

There was a time when I would not have been willing to play a character like Peter. I grew up in a very religious home. God’s design for relationship involves a man and a woman, I was taught. Homosexuality is a sin. A LGBT person has strayed from who God made them to be. If only they turned to Christ, all would be forgiven and they would be restored. I thought I could love the sinner and hate the sin. I never understood the tragedy of that.

Then in college I became close friends with Sarah and Nan, an openly gay couple. (I’ve changed their names for this post.) I thought of them as I would an alcoholic, in need of help. As a Christian I had the responsibility to share the truth. They were lost, and I could help them find their way. But the reality of our friendship didn’t fit my ideology. The truth was I adored them, just as they were. Sarah was quiet and thoughtful; Nan was wry and opinionated, and they were just… gay. The idea that they could become straight seemed absurd. How could I be their friend and demand that they be something other than what they were?

After finishing college, I moved to Montana and left these questions unanswered for nearly twenty years. It was returning to the stage that brought them back to the fore. One night at the bar after a performance of Amadeus I mustered up the courage to ask one of the actors for his personal story. When did he know that he was gay? Was it difficult to come out? How did his family react? I asked him the questions that I had been afraid to ask Sarah and Nan all those years ago. Since that night I’ve heard more stories, stories of pain and confusion, and ultimately of acknowledgement and acceptance. My friend David Orris spoke of the “internalized homophobia that I’d been taught.” His struggle was so profound that he was faced with “literally a decision to kill myself or to live my truth ‘just as I am without one plea.’” The pain, I realized, wasn’t the result of sin and guilt, but the result of trying to suppress the truth. A gay person doesn’t need forgiveness. They don’t need to be fixed. They just need acceptance. Acceptance starts with the willingness to listen.

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In flashbacks I played Craig, Peter’s twin Brother and Kelly’s husband.  Photo courtesy of Hunter D’ Antuono/Livingston Enterprise

Two years ago, I had the opportunity to return to Scotland. I met Sarah and Nan in Edinburgh and they took me to a great little pub. They are no longer together, but they are still the best of friends. I had the opportunity to share, to hear their stories, and to apologize. It was a beautiful evening with two of my favorite people. For the first time, I could fully accept them for who they were. They don’t need labels and don’t fit easy definitions. They are Sarah and Nan.

It comes back to empathy, and empathy is rooted in the human story. It is in the desire to understand a character and a story and to listen, and ultimately to share and not to judge. I never could have played Peter in a way that was true and convincing if I had not first learned to listen. To be vulnerable on stage, I must first be vulnerable in life. I had been afraid to ask questions because I thought the answers might threaten my faith. But, what kind of faith is built on fear?

I am reminded of the preparation each night before stepping out on stage to perform Dying City. Marc, our director, would remind us to “listen with all of your being. Listen to each other attentively so that you respond truthfully in the moment.”  Acting, I have learned, is not so much about the performance as it is about the relationships, the relationships of the actors to each other and to the audience. the audience, in turn, breathes life back into the actors.

The same is true of any artistic endeavor. How do we get to a place, as artists, where we create lasting beauty? We must first be vulnerable. When I set my easel up and paint a landscape, I try to open myself up to surprise, in a way to “listen with all of my being.” Without openness, there is no growth. Without empathy, there is nothing to discover. This is as true in art as it is in life, because, ultimately, art is a reflection of life. We do it because we need each other.

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Fully in the moment

I am learning to listen, to acknowledge what I do not understand, and to try to imagine paths that are different from mine. Empathy begins with imagination and is compelled forward by the courage to listen without judgement. It is at the core of art and life. It is at the center of being.

Note: I have to acknowledge the help of some amazing friends in giving me feedback on this post. To the Caldera Theater Company, Marc Beaudin, Sherry Pikul, and Kori Gunderson, you truly exemplify the ideals of openness and empathy.  As do David Orris and Erin Cramer- two amazing, brave and wonderful people.  

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25 comments

  1. I am deeply touched by your writing!

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  2. This post is beautiful. Thank you

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  3. When we don’t step forward in love for all people, we really are not being “the hands and feet of Jesus.” I truly believe you have chosen the better way, and that your life and the lives of those you touch, will be better for it. We come from very similar backgrounds, and I also had decisions to make about what was right and true. Thank you for such an insightful post and for having the conviction to step out in faith and love for all.

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  4. Thank you for this beautiful post, and for being one of those wonderful people who are willing to listen with all of your being. This world needs more of you!

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  5. Thank you for your thoughtfulness! My child is transgender and it is not an easy path. I hope someday that everyone can just see the person for who they are and be as accepting and loving as you are. Keep up the good work.

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    • Thanks Diane. When transgender issues were suddenly all over the media, I realized that I had some catching up to do. I’m still trying to learn/understand more. At the heart of it, people are diverse and complex and wonderful…worthy of understanding and love. As the father of three kids I hope that they will find acceptance and meaning no matter where their path leads them. AND I hope they will be open and accepting of others. My very best to you and your child in this journey.

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  6. Wow. Having come from a similar background as yours, I laud your honesty here. Yes, yes, yes. It’s about acceptance. I’m still learning the many ways I was taught to judge, and how easily I fall into that trap. Thanks for your articulate post on this particular issue, from your personal experience. Thanks for voicing your humanity and for speaking up for the other humans among us that are so often not seen as such.

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  7. Aaron — Always, always, always, I am so proud of the man you are, and so glad to say, “I know him.”

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  8. Your blog was sent by a friend today. It could not have come at a better time. I just returned from a visit to my family who are militantly convinced that gay is a choice, that bees are not dying, that Trump will save Christians from being persecuted, that Muslims are here to kill us…… and on and on. Although I am an adult with a very happy life, I went down in a “death spiral”. It was the same stuff I had survived in my childhood, and I guess it just awakened the old trauma. I’m “recovering” today, and feeling much better. But your honest words really have helped. Thank you.

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  9. I so appreciate your essay from the challenging canvas and palette of words. A painter told me I am not much of one (was portraitist) if I do not get into poetry too. Wha? She didn’t see the difference between words and colors, or for that matter, music and theater. Humans are creative creatures. I think gardening and raising children the most hands on, and vital, but many of us overt Creatives or left-brainers see and feel relationships in all the elements and have that irresistible desire to “paint a picture” of the relationships and patterns we “know” and see out there.

    We are then, all composers, and it’s a privilege and responsibility to hold the attention of followers, or audience, reader, patron. I spent 15 years looking for the special “light” in the client in the models chair. The universal image of the lotus blossom growing out of the muddy water— the symbol of our souls, is one of the most important artistic expressions in the history of man, I believe, because inevitable is the beauty that is nurtured by the elements, the rich mud that feeds of our challenges, and stimulates the inevitable color that must balance the composition: love. Thank you for your essay Aaron. You are a dear and beautiful Creative, and a blossom in the pond of our community.

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  10. Bravo, Aaron! Recently I found out that my beloved grandkids (twins) had come out; one gay and one transgender. I went through stages of shock, loving support with no understanding, confusion based on religious upbringing, etc., etc. I am 76 years old so needless to say, this was all very strange to me and I struggled between my love for these beautiful young people, and my feelings. I have finally arrived at acceptance as you alluded to in your blog post. I understand and accept that this was not a decision lightly made or one that was “the in thing to do” within the group of kids they chum with (I actually thought that for a short time). It is rather, the truth of their being…and has been since the day they were born. God does not make junk. It is not for us to judge others for being who they are and different in this way. Thank you for sharing your experience. It was a brave thing for you to do but a good thing. I appreciate your thoughts and honesty and will share them with others.

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    • I think one of the most meaningful aspects to writing this is learning about other people’s stories. What you shared is deeply inspiring and encouraging to me. It’s no small thing to work through all of that and be open to change. I wish you the best in your relationship to your grandkids.

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  11. Aaron Schuerr, you are an embodiment of creativity. Painter, actor, and writer; which you do all extremely well. I love your paintings!

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  12. Painter, actor, and writer; you do all extremely well. I love your paintings!

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