<html><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 17px; "><i>EVERYTHING I AM BECOMING, I ALREADY AM</i></div><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 17px; "><br></div><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 17px; "><b>A new essay by our Managing Artistic Director, Benjamin Rexroad is now posted!</b></div><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 17px; "><br></div><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 17px; ">The current projects folder on my new mac is full of
half-written essays. Reading over these unfinished missives, it’s clear they
are trying to say the same thing. Only that unalienable truth, that kernel of wisdom,
is evasive– a mystery to my conscious mind, swimming just below the
surface.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 17px; "><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 17px; "><o:p> </o:p>Heads Up started as an idea, a seed. Kyle and I dreamed of a
home where artists could create <i>meaningful
</i>work, make a life and, eventually, make a living. Seemingly nobody wanted
to work toward making this dream a reality. Some people claimed it was because
Heads Up was <i>our </i>dream and not
theirs. We told these people that Heads Up could be whatever they wanted it to
be– the dream didn’t end with us....</p><div style="font-size: 17px; ">Continue reading at <a href="http://www.headsupproductions.net">http://www.headsupproductions.net</a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
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