Finegan Kruckemeyer was born in Cork, Ireland, to a German father and an English mother. He came to Adelaide at the age of eight and attended school at Unley Primary School and Glenunga High School. Kruckemeyer first became involved with theatre groups as a teenager. He started with Unley Youth Theatre and later developed his skills with Independent Theatre and Brink. Kruckemeyer moved to Tasmania in his mid-twenties to pursue his playwrighting career.
Kruckemeyer has described himself as a 'playwright, poet, comedian, teacher, hip-hopper, actor, dancer and even translator'. (Advertiser, 3 February 2007)
'When an epic snowfall imprisons the residents of the tiny village of Kishka, young Theodore Sutton proposes the villagers build a catapult to fling him and six of the village’s bravest and strongest out in search of a solution. The catapult hastily assembled, Theodore and the heroes are launched over the snow and into the grandest of adventures. Whimsical and humorous, dark and mysterious, heartfelt and sincere, this play weaves a fantastical Grimmsian tale for the entire family.'
'Young Orhan lives in a world where words are both very precious and very dangerous. Only 1,000 of them can exist: new ones are forbidden, and anything newly invented takes the place of an existing word, which is then illegal to say. Those who disobey the rules are punished in the strongest way possible. They lose their right to speak and to be spoken of; they become only "…" – a condition that causes them to slowly fade away. When Orhan accidentally takes a pen (a mighty weapon indeed!) from school, he sets in motion an adventure to reclaim lost words.'
Source: Kennedy Center (http://www.kennedy-center.org/calendar/event/KRTBA).
'“In the ocean stood an island. At its every side was the sea, and the tides found its top and its tail. This land was so small, and this ocean so large, that the people who lived there did not even know that it was an island. They just saw a vast blue, beyond that which they knew, and never even thought of what might be out there.
'But one didn’t. On the island, in a house, on a hill, grew a girl. And she knew what she was told: that this island held all that there was. But still she found herself wondering sometimes, about all that there wasn’t – things that weren’t facts, but things that were maybes, and could-bes, and ifs. Could there be another place, say, where the stars right above her could be seen from the left, but the ones to her right could be looked at straight up?”
'When the island of The Proud Circle springs a leak, its citizens must find a solution to stop their home disappearing forever. But it’s going to take all the ingenuity of their youngsters to ensure they don’t lose their way of living in the process.'