Until Next Time

After three years, six productions, eight locations, many nights of improv, summer play readings, and a virtual improv festival, we have chosen to step away from Hearth and Mantel Theatre for the time being. We are so grateful for all of your support and constant encouragement as we started this company from the ground up. Through your patronage, we sold over 500 tickets as a brand new company, which allowed for five full length plays to have their world premieres right here in Jackson, Mississippi. So, THANK YOU! Thank you for coming to all of our quirky venues, sharing countless cups of coffee with us, and being a part of this process. Your belief in us and our vision has meant more to us than you can imagine.

We Choose Change

It is 2020. Yet, we are still in a nation where black Americans live under the shadow of fear, where their lives are marginalized, dehumanized, and destroyed. This harsh reality is not new. We acknowledge that we have no sufficient language to rectify the wrongs committed against black people in our nation. However, as a company, we want to publicly acknowledge our role in this reality.

An update from your friends at Hearth & Mantel Theatre

It’s been a few months, yet each of us at Hearth & Mantel Theatre are still trying to figure out how to navigate the Covid-19 crisis. We’re not somewhere out ahead of you, with any special knowledge of what the other end of this looks like. We wish we knew. But, we all agree that the things we stand for as a company still matter. We still believe in the power and grace of theatre. We still believe the education of children is not only improved by full integration of theatre and the arts, but that it is vital. We believe theatre cultivates empathy, logic, and community. We believe in local artists.

On Writing The Lady With Bruce Willis Eyes: Behind-The-Scenes, Weird Titles, and Storytelling

I like to think this play is for you, for any human wrestling to make sense of all the love and loss and suffering we go through, for the collective “us” as we try and claw past one another’s walls of insecurity and anxieties and, somehow, miraculously, connect with each other. This story is for that friend we lost we never expected to lose and that glowing light in their eyes we haven’t seen in so long.

Drifting Stars and Unfamiliar Skies

“The Dying of Ida Greene” began two years ago with image and word, neither of which exist in the current drafts of the play. In fact, the only things that remain of the early drafts are the names of the characters. It wasn’t until Pavel turned his face to the sky and began talking about the stars that the play truly began to take shape. Even then, I wasn’t quite sure what the point of it all was. It wasn’t until I heard my wife describe the play to a friend of ours that I came to realize: more than anything, “The Dying of Ida Greene” has become an exploration of the ways in which people change.