Help us build The Valiant Theatre: fundraising event No. 2

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There is no executive order and sharpie signature for the arts. 

There is only hard work and persistence 

to create imaginative responses to the world in which we live. 

That is why The Valiant Theatre crew is back with our second fundraising event 
on Saturday February 8th -- an evening of eclectic local talent, 
ranging from improv theatre to singer songwriters and sitar players. 



To me, it will all be new. But what will feel like coming home is the energy of the artists transporting the audience into an evening-long world where joy exists by creating music and laughter, comedy and joy -- together. 

UPDATE: We have raised just over $30,000 of the (minimum) $100,000 we need to bring 376 Logan Avenue back to life. We continue to do the hard work of trudging through City permits and engineer reports; oh, what artists must do to have a community place to perform! We are committed to checking off every last detail before opening the doors to our venue.  

REQUEST: In the meantime, I have tickets to sell. I've committed to selling 20 attendance tickets and unlimited supporter tickets. Attend the show for $25, or buy a supporter ticket for any amount you can afford to donate. Every dollar gets us closer to our goal. Scan the QR code in the image to buy tickets online. Or, email me at fiveyearsawriter at gmail dot com for ticket purchase from me by e-transfer. 

Believe me. We know it's tedious to talk money, to ask for financial contributions, to tally each dollar as it comes in. But this is how we build The Valiant. This is how we change our small corner of this crazy world. 

Read more about The Valiant Theatre project here and here. 


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Land acknowledgement: I respectfully recognize that I live on the original lands of Anishinaabe, Cree, Oji-Cree, Dakota and Dene peoples, and on the homeland of the Métis Nation.

 

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