R.I.P. Joan Schirle and Clint Rebik

 

Update 2/16: Though North Coast media has so far failed to recognize Joan's achievements, the San Francisco Chronicle Datebook has a long article here, following the American Theatre magazine tribute here.

Joan Schirle died on February 1. I miss her already. Though I hadn't been in touch in recent years, knowing she was in the world made it a better place.

There are others who can better chronicle her considerable achievements, here on the North Coast and elsewhere in the world, and I hope they will do so. 

 But I can venture this much: As a creator of theatre, a teacher and communicator, there is no one I know of who has been more important for a longer time to the arts and their character in this community. I hope that this is recognized.

 I can only speak of what I know and feel. Joan was associated with Dell’Arte for nearly half a century. She was its Founding Artistic Director. As a creator and performer, she could excel at the robust, exaggerated commedia style, though even in the shows of that style that I saw, she added a more nuanced dimension. A prime example in more recent years was her performance as Mary Jane in Dell Arte’s bravura show, Mary Jane: The Musical. She commanded that stage as a star.

 But she was also adept at more subtle and delicate work, based on movement and music, gesture and image and poetry. Her work explored untold or little told stories of quiet heroism and love in dire or difficult circumstances, often instances of injustice.  For example, Elisabeth's Book.

 In my experience, Joan was just as authentic as a person. In a context where relationships are so often mostly transactional, she was genuine. I am grateful to her personally for two specific acts. She included me as performer and presenter in Dell Arte’s staged reading of the Sinclair Lewis play, It Can’t Happen Here, marking the 75th anniversary of that play’s opening in 18 theatres across America, produced by the Depression-era Federal Theatre Project. Joan was a principal organizer of simultaneous readings in 20 other cities. Apart from allowing me to participate in this meaningful event, she honored me with my only opportunity to be on the other side of the stage in my years on the North Coast. 

 Then when I was unceremoniously fired without cause as theatre columnist, she was the first member of the theatre community to support me in public, by posting on the local theatre Facebook page, eliciting other such statements.

 

I imagine there are many who have similar and better stories to tell about Joan’s kindness and courage, her openness and responsiveness, her humanity. 

 It seems to me that Joan had a very full life. She performed and taught and traveled all over the world. She was honored with awards in California and in Europe. She had a family, a daughter, a granddaughter. I hope that she felt that way about her life.

 Joan was born a couple of years before me, in 1944. She said to me once, we’ve got ten good years left, don’t we? Of course, being this age, I don’t remember how long ago she said this. But I’d like to think that however many they were, that on balance, they were good years.

 Last year the North Coast lost another of its theatre founders and important figures for decades. Clint Rebik was co-creator and artistic director of the Redwood Curtain theatre.

 I knew Clint since that theatre began more than 20 years ago. Besides being a talented actor and director, and in recent years a valued administrator at HSU, Clint was a model of integrity and kindness, generosity, good humor and judicious good sense. I wrote about his theatre and their productions for a decade, though I was also there for their first night. When my column was axed, Clint reached out and assured me I would have a free seat there anyway. 

We did not know each other well, but for awhile we occasionally had coffee when I stopped by his HSU Admissions office. He was widely admired in this community. Clint was only 55. He left behind two sons he loved, a partner and many friends.