The astonishing Clare Coulter manages to appear one moment as if she’d blow away in a faint breeze, another as though she’d easily cleave you in twain with a broadsword.
By Ilana Lucas /Mar 16, 2026
iPhoto caption: Clare Coulter in 'Queen Maeve.' Photo by Jae Yang.
“This is the first stage play I've done in such a long time,” says Coulter, “but I feel I've really learned what the stage asks of the actor: that they go beyond what we used to call the footlights and settle in to where the audience is.”
My process with solo shows involves sharing bits of text with audiences when I don’t really know where it’s going, or how it’s going to end. I’m pivoting myself to the responses from the audience — I sniff out where I want to go, and how I want to shape the piece. Through creating solo shows, I discovered how much I love this direct, unfettered relationship with an audience.
My friend Trish told me that she was on Dundas Street when a van drove by and a guy with a megaphone told her that Jesus didn’t want us to take the vaccine. I told her that maybe the guy who chose to die by way of crucifixion to save mankind from its sins isn’t the one I want to take my self-care advice from.