NEW YORK:
Photograph 51, Asking for Trouble (EST) The Mines of Sulphur (City Opera/Lincoln Center). READINGS AND WORKSHOPS: Public/NYSF, Playwrights Horizons, EST, Primary Stages, Lark, Epic, Rattlestick, others.

REGIONAL:
Merchant of Venice dir. Ethan McSweeny (Shakespeare Theatre Company); Murder of Isaac (Baltimore Centerstage); Lady Windermere’s Fan dir. Moisés Kaufman (Williamstown); The Tempest (tour, McCarter); Laramie Project (Pittsburgh Public); The Man Who Came to Dinner, Laughter on the 23rd Floor (Northern Stage); Comedy of Errors (Shakespeare on the Sound); Love’s Labors Lost (Vineyard Playhouse); title role in Dov and Ali (Chester Theater Company). 

TELEVISION:
Homeland (Showtime), Unforgettable (CBS), Law and Order (NBC), Guiding Light (CBS), Silly Little Game (ESPN).

TRAINING:
Carnegie Mellon, Moscow Art Theatre School.

To supplement the bio above, the artist has conducted a brief interview with himself in the hopes that you will better understand his tastes, background, and struggle for world domination.

Benjamin Pelteson: Where were you born?
BP: It's your first question, and already I find this invasive.

Benjamin Pelteson: Ahem...
BP: St. Louis, Missouri. We left when I was six months old and I spent most of my childhood in Orlando, Florida, a town where the native cuisine is, roughly speaking, Applebee's.

Benjamin Pelteson: How did you start performing?
BP: When I was six, I did an impression of Robin Leach from Lifestyles and the Rich and Famous for my relatives.  They laughed.  And gone were their dreams of my thriving orthopedic practice.

Benjamin Pelteson: What are your interests outside of performing?
BP: Everything except professional sports. Vinyasa.  Fran Lebowitz.  Avocadoes.  Politics.  Yiddish curses - the kind you have to take a minute to think about.  Foreign travel.  Foreign affairs.  Affairs with foreigners while traveling.  Terry Gross.  Blondie.  Pizza.  Giving dirty looks to subway performers who aren't Gabourey Sidibe's mother, especially mariachis and breakdancers, who always seem to appear in the middle of a perfectly good migraine.

Benjamin Pelteson: If you could be any kind of plant, what would you be?
BP: May I leave now?