Tricia Rose Burt

Speaker. Storyteller. Coach.

General Thoughts

Here’s What Happened

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Rachel Perry Welty and I, mid-performance

“You girls are missing out on your lives.” That was just one of the comments Rachel Perry Welty and I received during “WTF” (2013), our collaborative performance using cell phones at (con)TEXT, the current Sharon Arts Center exhibition curated by Tim Donovan. A quick description of the piece: we sat next to each other on a bench and for the two-hour duration of the opening reception we texted one another. We did not talk to each other or anyone else. Our “Hello, my name is…” name tags featured our cell phone numbers,  not our names. (Side note: I forgot to take my name tag off after the performance and went out for a glass of wine. The bartender couldn’t help but comment: “A lot of women communicate that they’re available, but you’re taking it to a whole new level.”) [Read more…] about Here’s What Happened

Making Conversation

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Rachel and Tricia, texting away

These days, it is not uncommon to see a row of young people sitting next to each other, feverishly texting — and often texting each other despite the fact they are sitting RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER — rather than having (risking?) a conversation. Adults are starting to do the same. Slowly but surely, it seems that texting is replacing conversation– or at least changing the nature of conversation. [Read more…] about Making Conversation

The Frantic Days of Summer

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I always hope and even expect that summer will move at a slower pace, that I will be refueled and restored, able to face the fall season and my creative work with renewed energy. But alas, once again, time has flown, I’ve worked frantically, and I’m crawling into August exhausted (and way behind on blog posting), hoping I can salvage something of this summer before the hardy mums arrive.

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A Life Story Told In Four Minutes With No Words

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A beautiful love story told in 4 minutes

To date, I’ve written about 15, 000 words in my memoir. In the end, the book will probably contain  60,000+ words, cover my three years at art school, and include several flashbacks. My one-woman show, which covers the same time period, takes 82-minutes to perform. This is why I marvel at the beauty, efficiency and master craftsmanship of the 4-minute montage scene in Pixar’s movie “Up,” which for some reason has been on my mind all week.

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To Tell the Truth

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Exploding on the Boston scene

Last week, my husband and I traveled down to Boston, met some friends, and headed over  to The Moth StorySLAM. The theme was Fathers, and happily, I got to tell my story about the Tricia Ball, a Christmas ornament Daddy made for me when I was very little and years later still brings great joy. Out of the 10 stories told that night, some were heart wrenching and some were hysterical, but most importantly, all of them were true.

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