Liz Breslin
In the eighteen-somethings, an operating theatre was where a surgeon literally performed. The audience, jostling for a better view despite the tiered seating, were there to be entertained as much as to learn. While the modern stage is a somewhat more sanitised affair, theatre remains a brave and bloody place for laying out and suturing bleeding hearts.
My play, Losing Faith, which performed over six sell-out shows at Edgewater Resort in Wanaka, New Zealand, in September 2016, is my story but not my story and not necessarily the story of any of the estimated 13% of young mums and 10% of new dads who suffer post natal depression either. It’s a story of missed moments, of Coffee Group, of parenthood, under a somewhat surgical series of lenses.
