Quotes from a few of the letters we have received throughout the years.
During your performance, and in my thoughts since, I have realized that what you can do is outside my imaginable skill set. Your capacity for character portrayal is astonishing. Kari and I review that evening as a bit of magic in our lives. Thanks!
Don Cox and Kari Armstrong, Fort Collins, CO
I just found you! You are in Cambodia and seem to have left your life behind. I am wishing you the best and hope that the people you meet will see you for your many gifts and that somehow you will find the comfort you deserve. In all my adult years I think it was you that affected me the most with your talents and ability to face life so bravely. Just want you to know that you never vanished from my mind and that you have an invisible army of people behind you and cherishing you.
Thank you so very, very much for your many gifts to me. Each time I see you I leave feeling soothed, calmed and with renewed confidence that I, indeed, ‘we’ can all go on. You offer such supreme acceptance, kindness, and lack of judgment- and I feel a tremendous shift after leaving the theater. As I drove home I thought about the folks I know who call themselves social workers, helpers, healers – but you are brilliant without any labels. I am so fortunate to know you.
Writing to tell you that I just found you again and learned that you are in Cambodia and divorced. I won’t ask for details but I felt compelled to tell you that my memories of you and your performances remain with me as some of the most intense and meaningful experiences of my life. It was you who introduced me to what art and theater can do for culture. The years that I was a patron of yours instilled in me a curiousity and investigation into my life and the choices I was making. I truly credit you with reshaping my thinking on so many levels. Hope it is not too late to thank you.
I wonder if Cambodia knows who you are.
New York City
Do you know that you have wiped the rest of us out with one fell swoop? Yes. You have ruined it for me. Everything that I have done, everything that ALL of us have done feels so petty, so much like dressed up ‘playing house’ after watching you. You have broken all the rules and left me speechless. Once I am over my anger all I will be left with is the awe for your brilliance as an actress. Thank you. You have returned theater to its origins and thrown away all of the gobbly gook propping it up. No wonder folks hate you.
I live in Boston now and you live in Cambodia. Years have passed and you probably won’t remember me but I will never forget you. Seeing you perform was always a healing experience for your audience, and certainly for me. You are charged with an energy I cannot explain. All I know is that I still feel you in my bones. I pray Cambodia is kind to you, especially after all you have done in your life. You deserve supreme kindness. You deserve so much after all that you have given to others.
Jinx – I don’t think you know how to meet a stranger. Everyone in your path is immediately your best friend. You don’t seem to even work at it, it is just you. When I first met you I felt as if you had always known me. It was strange since I had never really felt that before. Then I saw you perform and I knew you were not like the rest of us. You blew me away. And then, after all that energy you gave to all of us, you let us stay late into the night and finally followed us out with kisses and deep embraces. You are the best therapist I’ve ever known and you do it all without a trace of ego. I’ve never written to anyone else like this so I hope I do not make you uncomfortabe. I just think you are pure magic.
If you have ever wondered what it is like to give back to the people who need it most, you should follow by the example of an expert. Jinx Davis has mastered the art of true humanity in her works over the years and has been kind enough to include me in her work. Please take a look at this website, as it is not your ordinary work of programming. This site has soul, this site has feeling, this site will make you want to give back. There is nothing stopping you from being amazed. Just sit back click the link and be inspired. Such an honor to be mentioned in the thoughts of a pulchritudinous woman with an even more remarkable heart.
Notes from a Facebook post by Brandon Watkins, Texas.
Thank you for the stirring performance tonight. You are so good about including us all with the eye contact, touch, hospitality and emotional intelligence -all aspects of the best of theater.
Jinx Davis embodies what it means to be a fully aware, clearly conscious, and compassionate human being with every breath she takes in this world. Her artistry reaches to depths unfathomable, and her kindness stretches farther that this earth can hold. Please consider contributing your talent, creativity, and heart to this worthy cause. The Hadens will be sending shoes soon. Thank you for being in my life, Jinx. You make me always want to do better.
Clare Arena Haden, Actress, Teacher, Arts Administrator
As usual your performance was a joy to experience. I am grateful you have called me a mentor, despite our styles, backgrounds and ages being so different. I also admit that you have pushed me to examine my own life and many of the beliefs I hold dear to South Africa. Please come soon for tea.
Dr. Sybil Robinson, Theater Dept. University of Wisconsin
The first play I attended was written by Jinx as she traveled the southern part of the USA to find out what it’s like to be a homeless white woman in the south. She then became a homeless black woman (via painstaking makeovers) in the same territory. She literally lived in the streets in these capacities as research for her play…she is alive to share her experiences with her audience. From this experience she came back to finish her one person play. I saw it, and it was powerful.
Jinx – Your performance radiates a life fully and truly lived; it saturates your work and your home; and lends more power, joy, and more encouragement to the world and to other artists, women, young and old, also working towards that path of joy – joy because it’s true, real, and experienced. Good luck wherever you go. We thank you.
Today I went to my mailbox and in there I saw a letter. As I opened it I was excited, yet as I started to read tears came to my eyes. Once again so many emotions filled my mind. I was sad to think that I will never be able to experience another show at your theater, but happy to know that I am able to share in your metamorphosis. As I thought to myself, I wished that I could have shared my experience of such a wonderful woman with another great woman in my life, my mother. I wish you both the best and thank you for opening up your home and hearts to me.
All my love and best of luck.
To think that in our ‘land of plenty’ where ‘freedom’ reigns, we undermine the value of the variety of our multicultural peoples by sheer neglect, ignorance, and selfishness. You helped these young people view the world that they will soon inherit as one where anger and hopelessness play a major role for far too many of our ‘invisible’ people…
It was exciting to watch your professional ability to evaluate and involve your audience, to get out and be one of them while at the same time keep the distance of age and experience. One could almost feel the electricity in the room as their brain cells went into overdrive trying to grasp the concepts passing before them. Students were fired up, inspired, and talking with each other about something other than their own personal lives…The young man who sat front and center came in later to ask where he could buy your book. I told him that I didn’t know if you had ever written one although you’d lived enough “lives” to write many books.
Maybe you’ve thought about it, but at least 33 World Lit students think you should write a book…
More than a million thanks!
The enthusiasm, the infectiousness of your performance came through the airwaves and touched all who listened. It was truly, a return to the great radio theatre of yesteryear.
It was a privilege to be in your company.
As she took it off,
we put it on.
Bodies merged ’til there were none we did not know
bare bones that rattled and shook the covers
from invisible books and on the ground
fluttered all around like birds, disturbed.
Music stomped, the player growled,
wild things escaped, began to prowl this gallery of time,
Oh, it was a Sterling Performance!
The crowd acknowledged, twitched, some cried,
as finally the demons died and slithered forwards their darkest holes.
It was this striptease of the soul they could not bear.
And for a moment we were clean, caught up in a wizard’s dream and nothing was as it once had seemed.