Liang Liang
梁清玉

I was raised in Wuhu, a small city in central China. With no live theatre nearby, I entertained myself by story‑boarding daydreams on math‑book margins and staging puppet epics for the neighborhood cats. The habit stuck: telling the truth through invented worlds became my default survival trick, long before I knew words like “devised” or “non‑illusory.”

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Currently, I’m a junior at Wesleyan University, double‑majoring in Theater and IDEAS (Integrated Design, Engineering, Arts & Society), a project‑based program that welds code, circuitry, and performance into one messy studio. Between classes I bounce from a scene shop full of plywood moons to the machine shop’s laser cutter, convinced that transposing stories into tactile, hackable form helps an audience feel the voltage of the “here‑and‑now.”

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Collaboration—and chaos—fuel me. I’ve wrangled front‑of‑house, zine sales, and late‑night reset calls for student productions, because good art needs humans who can move chairs and souls.

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