Theaters are the new Church of the Masses - where people sit huddled in the dark listening to people in the light tell them what it is to be human. ~1930s Theater Critic


Welcome to Ishah 'El theatre arts - We're glad you found us!

Yes - you guessed it - we're re-building our website, and it's likely to be minimally functional for the time being while I learn Drupal & how to make it slick and smooth. You're likely to see some funky, quirky things on the pages while I work at getting it all cleaned.

Over the years we've been working on several projects online - blog(s), a wiki site for stories where others can contribute and collaborate, a forum for discussing spirituality and experimental art (yes, together as well as separate) and a members collective where we can meet one another, connect, share and work together. Offline, we've got several theatre pieces in development that will be introduced in the near future. With this site we hope to bring all of these projects together.

Come back again soon, maybe in the next 48 hours, and we'll have it - well, most of it, anyway - up and running again. Thanks for visiting!


On Holy Theatre

I am calling it the Holy Theatre for short, but it could be called The Theatre of the Invisible-Made-Visible: the notion that the stage is a place where the invisible can appear has a deep hold on our thoughts. We are all aware that most of life escapes our senses: a most powerful explanation of the various arts is that they talk of patterns which we can only begin to recognize when they manifest themselves as rhythms or shapes. We observe that the behaviour of people, of crowds, of history, obeys such recurrent patterns. We hear that trumpets destroyed the walls of Jericho , we recognize that a magical thing called music can come from men in white ties and tails, blowing, waving, thumping and scraping away. Despite the absurd means that produce it, through the con­crete in music we recognize the abstract, we understand that ordinary men and their clumsy instruments are transformed by an art of possession. We may make a personality cult of the conductor, but we are aware that he is not really making the music, it is making him—if he is relaxed, open and attuned, then the invisible will take possession of him; through him, it will reach us.

The Holy Theatre, excerpt from The Empty Space by Peter Brook