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Apr. 4th, 2003 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmReally need to find some time to write here about stuff that matters.
Want to talk about the odd influences of growing up in my very artistic household -- about my parents being painters and wanting me to be one too.
Want to talk about the role of the audience in creative work and in my creative work.
Want to tell some odd stories from my childhood that are so clearly the first and frailest threads of a lot of the artistic things that have at minimum always lurked in the back of my mind.
Want to talk about how strange it is doing a show night after night (I've never been involved with something that's had a run of more than 6 days before) and what it feels like to be behind the scenes.
Want to talk about the monologue I scored from a friend for BitPlayers tomorrow, and how it's a fantastic choice for me because it's innocent and nervous, where I'm not -- so it's a good range thing, and a character I entirely understand because her obsessions are somewhat my own, although for entirely different reasons and in a much more mainstream way. Fantastic find, really. Basically, it's a young woman of indeterminate age speaking to a photograph of a celebrity, and telling it things, and feeling like an idiot for telling it things, and talking about her very unfocused aspirations. At its heart, it's about how none of us know what's "real" anymore. It's really quite smart, and a kick for me.
And I want to talk about synchronicity, and the role is plays in faith, or madness.
But, as per usual, I have to take a shower, make some food, and deal with some mundane stuff I've been procrastinating.
Want to talk about the odd influences of growing up in my very artistic household -- about my parents being painters and wanting me to be one too.
Want to talk about the role of the audience in creative work and in my creative work.
Want to tell some odd stories from my childhood that are so clearly the first and frailest threads of a lot of the artistic things that have at minimum always lurked in the back of my mind.
Want to talk about how strange it is doing a show night after night (I've never been involved with something that's had a run of more than 6 days before) and what it feels like to be behind the scenes.
Want to talk about the monologue I scored from a friend for BitPlayers tomorrow, and how it's a fantastic choice for me because it's innocent and nervous, where I'm not -- so it's a good range thing, and a character I entirely understand because her obsessions are somewhat my own, although for entirely different reasons and in a much more mainstream way. Fantastic find, really. Basically, it's a young woman of indeterminate age speaking to a photograph of a celebrity, and telling it things, and feeling like an idiot for telling it things, and talking about her very unfocused aspirations. At its heart, it's about how none of us know what's "real" anymore. It's really quite smart, and a kick for me.
And I want to talk about synchronicity, and the role is plays in faith, or madness.
But, as per usual, I have to take a shower, make some food, and deal with some mundane stuff I've been procrastinating.
