Wow, has it really been six months since my last post? Woops. Well, I always write on the last day of the year... so here it goes!
I'm not really sure what my resolution is yet... but I know this is the year for beauty and grace. It's the year to bloom where you are planted. In the words of Teddy Roosevelt, "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are." If you're waiting for a sign, this is it! The time is now. Earlier this month I posted this Facebook: You might have noticed that taking things "one day at a time" is actually our only option. So be here. Be now. Live in the moment. Change your "have to's" to "get to's". Choose happiness.
I'm a big fan of Rob Brezsny's Free Will Astrology Horoscopes, and this was my horoscope for this week which I LOVE: "In 2013, I pledge to help you bring only the highest-quality influences and self-responsible people into your life. Together we will work to dispel any unconscious attraction you might have to demoralizing chaos or pathological melodrama. We will furthermore strive to ensure that as you deepen and fine-tune your self-discipline, it will not be motivated by self-denial or obsessive control-freak tendencies. Rather, it will be an act of love that you engage in so as to intensify your ability to express yourself freely and beautifully."
This past year felt like a huge game of Hide and Seek with myself. But I'm ok with that. In A Director Prepares Anne Bogart says we should allow ourselves to go off balance. "Art begins in the struggle for equilibrium." And if anything, this year has proved that. 2012 was my year of making. Looking at the post I wrote exactly a year ago, I resolved to make: things happen, art, choices, mistakes, changes, work, opportunities, and my own happiness. And I think I did a pretty good job!
- Started a theatre company, Off the Grid.
- OTG put up 4 of my short plays in a reading--Fox Tales.
- The Company Company put up my short Wartime Trilogy as part of their annual summer New Play Project.
- Interned at Boston Playwrights' Theatre over the summer, worked my first BTM, and met some super people.
- Got to make my BoCo debut as Guildenstern in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.
- Started my Junior year at BoCo. Woo!
- Held two Friday Night Living Room Play Readings.
- Got a cool gig blogging for TheaterMania! Click the link to read my posts for them. (This is a huge reason why I haven't written on The Playground in a while).
- Assistant directed Way of the World on the BoCo mainstage.
- Saw A LOT of great theatre.
- Turned 21!!!
Those were kinda the big things. I also laughed a lot, loved, wrote, read, sang, danced, photographed, philosophized, painted, dreamed, worked, slept, smiled...
And now I'm here in Boston, getting ready to ring in the New Year at ART's Donkey Show with some lovely people. It's my first NYE away from my family in Miami (growing up is so weird), but it's also my first NYE being 21! (Uh Oh)
I've got some fun things planned for the first few months of 2013...
- Stage managing a cool show that goes up at BPT in like a week and a half.
- OTG is producing Dog Sees God and I'm playing Van's Sister in February!
- Going to meet up with my mom and sister for spring break in NYC in March.
- I'm in I Love You, Because at BoCo, which goes up early April.
- OTG is producing a brand new musical Not! Dead! that I'm directing late April.
- And at some point in the midsts of all this I'm writing a new full length play as part of my independent study this semester, and there will be a reading of that!
I'm very grateful to be living the life I want. And none of this would be possible without the love and support from my family, mentors, teachers, close friends, and class of '14. Thanks, guys.
Wishing you a happy and healthy new year!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Wow, has it really been six months since my last post? Woops. Well, I always write on the last day of the year... so here it goes!
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
My teacher/mentor/friend/occasional-lifesaver, Chris, posted this yesterday on the Book of Face. 1) It's a great read. 2) I've been thinking about it all day... so something definitely stuck. "The 'Busy' Trap" by Tim Krieder.
Almost everyone I know is busy. They feel anxious and guilty when they aren't either working or doing something to promote their work.
I'll be the first person to admit I have a serious problem saying "no" to people. If you need me to do something for you (that I feel will benefit me in some way) then I'll most likely do it. This includes (and is not limited to): stage managing, interning/volunteering, photographing, editing, and designing. Now don't get me wrong, these are all things I LOVE to do, but you have to pick and choose your projects. I've always sucked at that because I LOVE loading up my plate. Always having somewhere to go, something to do, and someone who needs me. And it's not until I catch myself skipping class to do laundry and go grocery shopping that I stop to think, "hey, maybe I shouldn't have bitten off more than I can chew". But that never stops me from doing the same thing again in the future, overcommitting, and just barely being able to hold it together. And why? Because we've been conditioned to think that if we are not incredibly busy then we are not driven, and if we are not driven we are lazy, and if we are lazy we are not successful. So, Not Busy = Not Successful... or Busy = Successful.
Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless is you are so busy, completely booked, in demand ever hour of the day.
One of the best things I did for myself this year was stay in Boston for the summer. I didn't really bother auditioning for any summer stock theatres because frankly I was exhausted. I desperately needed to not be busy for once. I knew I wanted my little internship. I knew I wanted to get a lot of writing done. I knew I wanted to plow through all the unread plays stacking up in my library. I knew I wanted to catch up on my TV shows. I knew I wanted to spend an exorbitant amount of time doing nothing. And I knew none of these things were gonna happen if I shipped off to the middle of the woods to do 5 shows in 3 months for the summer. So I'm here. I have my internship. I have a stupid part time job that pays my bills and coffee. I've written a ton. I've read 14 plays plus The Hunger Games series. I caught up on SVU, 30 Rock, Dexter, Girls, and re-watched Slings and Arrows (there are rumors it's coming back!). I have a LOT of fun with my friends. And there have been more than a few times when my day has gone like this: wake up at noon, make brunch, go back to sleep, wake up at 5, go to Starbucks, sit on Facebook, watch TV until I fall asleep again. Being bored is severely underrated.
The space and quiet that idleness provides is a necessary condition for standing back from life and seeing it whole, for making unexpected connections and waiting for the wild summer lightning strikes of inspiration -- it is, paradoxically, necessary to getting any work done.
And I think of all of the things idleness has brought. The summer of '08 when I started this blog. The first scene I wrote for Pity Party after sitting in a Degas exhibit alone in silence for an hour. The list goes on. I think it's a Quaker thing... to sit in silence and wait for the tiny voice inside of you for revelation. And what I always seem to forget is that when I am "busiest" it's only until I stop to breathe and clear my head that I'm able to accomplish anything. I spent a good deal of time this semester sitting at the Reflection Pool at the Christian Science Center just to let my mind drift. It took awhile to muster up the courage to sit there for more than a minute. Don't I have something more productive to be doing? Are people judging me for sitting alone? Should I get out my phone or something and look busy? It got easier. And I made it a point to give the pool at least an hour a week (usually in 20 minute segments, first thing in the morning on my way to school). In a way my time there became as important as my voice lessons and dance classes. It was a place to let my guard down and breathe. Things are better when you breathe.
What she had mistakenly assumed was her personality -- driven, cranky, anxious and sad -- turned out to be a deformative effect of her environment. It's not as it any of us wants to live like this, any more than any one person wants to be a part of a traffic jam or stadium trampling or the hierarchy of cruelty in high school -- it's something we collectively force one another to do.
This is what seems to stick with me the most. Our personalities are crafted by our environments. We're always acting, always making a choice on how to respond to things. And I don't give enough credit to the fact that it is a choice, it is our choice. And we also have some degree in choice when it comes to our environment. Don't hang out with the people who bring out the worst in you--you'll end up feeling bad about yourself. The people I enjoy spending my time with are the people who I can be silly, loud, and excited around. Excited, especially. We're in a business where we have to watch out who we get excited in front of--don't wanna hurt anyones feelings. Being passive is a good cover, but I'm not a passive person. I think this summer I'm starting to remember that. I've been hanging out with a very small and specific group of people and they're helping me re-discover who I am when I'm not "busy" all the time. Who I am when I'm not in class from 9:30-6:30 everyday. Who am I when I don't have 40 things on my To Do list. Who I am when the only thing I want to accomplish today is going to Starbucks and the pool. I'm not as serious of a person as I remember. And I'm really happy about that.
But I know it's only summer. In the fall I'm going to have to go back to school. I'm going to have to be busy again. So what are the things I need to remember?
- Seek out the people who make me the best version of myself.
- Make time to do absolutely nothing or do things that aren't "productive".
- Say "yes" to projects that fill my soul, not my ego.
- Don't feel guilty when I have to say "no".
- If there isn't a road for what I wanna do, then I just need to pave it. Create, don't complain.
- Ask for help.
- Make lists.
- Watch stupid TV.
- Read things that aren't assigned in school.
- When it's time to get work done, get it done.
- Remember I have the time I need to be both ambitious and lazy. I just need to use it efficiently.
That's it for now. I'm going to go to Starbucks. Gavin's coming over and we're going to sit at my pool. We'll probably watch a few episodes of SVU since it's Tuesday and there's a marathon on USA. We'll wait for Trevor to get off work and Collin to get out of dance and we'll make our way to Coolidge Corner to catch Moonrise Kingdom.
None of these things will go on my resume. None of these things will help me land a job. None of these things will get me a good review. And that's okay.
Happy Summer, everyone. Have a good and safe 4th of July!
Saturday, June 30, 2012
haha... not really big waves. But guess which awesome intern is featured on the BPT blog?!
And while I have you attention here are some important videos:
Friday, May 18, 2012
The last three months have been blog-less… sorry about that.
OFF THE GRID
I guess first I’ll start with the most exciting news… we started a theatre company! . Here’s how it went down:
- I’ve always wanted my own company.
- Zoe said it was time for it.
- We sat down and started to think about the art we want to create… projects that include new plays, cabarets, Annie set in a brothel, Cats set in a mental institute… you know, fun stuff.
- Then we sat down for an even longer time throwing around names to call this crazy company. Eventually we settled on OFF THE GRID, a nod to “the grid” in Viewpoints (hey, Chris).
- We got some awesome friends together, told some faculty, and BAM: a theatre company was born.
Now, here’s the thing… whenever we tell people, “Oh, we’ve started a theatre company”, they always ask, “How do you even do that?” Our answer: We have NO idea. We’re just kind making it up as we go along. But I did write this super official mission statement:
Off the Grid is a collective of students committed to pushing the boundaries of artistic ability and engendering social empathy by developing and producing new works, exploring artistic form, and re-imagining the classics. Utilizing the Conservatory triple-threat training, Off the Grid is dedicated to putting lesson into practice in efforts to produce work that is relevant and may transcend theatrical convention through experimentation and the use of new media. Off the Grid strives to feed the artistic hunger of its company members and cultivate a breeding ground for well-rounded, innovative, and courageous artists.
Phew. So what have we actually started here? Who knows? It has the potential to be a million different and wonderful things, and I’m so excited. But right now what it has definitely proved to be is a platform for my work… which leads me to my next topic.
This was probably the highlight of my semester! Our fledgling theatre company produced its first production, the first installment of FOX TALES: a play reading series. It went up in March and consisted of 3 new short plays I wrote: Pity Party, Wartime Trilogy, and Falling Awake, alongside my short Starf*ckers that premiered last summer in The New[est] Play Project.
Revolutions in Small Rooms and Talk-Backs in Pajamas
If you consider yourself to be a person of the theatre I HIGHLY recommend you find the time to watch this video. This is one of the most riveting, relevant, important, and inspiring conversations I’ve probably ever seen. Not to mention that these three ladies are some of my heroes in contemporary American theatre. And if you aren’t familiar with Anne Bogart, Paula Vogel, and Sarah Ruhl, I HIGHLY recommend you get yourself caught up. There are so many wonderful things said in this, and questions that are brought up, but the thing that seems to be sticking with me most is the notion/reminder that our work doesn’t always need to give all the answers. I am an artist; I will not chew your meat for you. Don’t look for the answer, look for the question. I also believe there’s something exciting about keeping secrets from the audience. It’s a lot like the work we do as actors, the endless journaling and collecting and discovering and exploring—it all stays in the rehearsal space. What happens onstage is an accident, and I think what we do in rehearsals informs our response to this accident. The best theatre I’ve seen didn’t try to explain itself—it simply was. That’s something I’ve been trying to remember as I write.
We spend a lot of time asking “Why?” when we should be asking ourselves “Is it beautiful?” I could say a million more things about this talk, but all I’m gonna say is that we should keep working and fighting for our work. And we need to encourage people who are working and fighting because if we don’t then there will be no contemporary theatre. It’s our job to keep going.
Burdened With Glorious Purpose
Ok, so I stole this blog title from a darling little movie, The Avengers (which was seriously fantastic). Loki said it in his entrance and I’m pretty sure I let out some audible reaction to it. But what is it to be burdened with glorious purpose? Devoting ourselves to a life in theatre is hard—and even that is probably an understatement. But we do it because we must. I feel it’s my responsibility, my duty, to contribute and add to the conversation.
And now I’m learning how to navigate. There’s a great line in Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (we’ll get to that too). The Player’s advice on acting, “Relax. Respond. That is what people do. You can’t go through life questioning your situation at every turn”. I think that’s also great life advice. But don’t get me wrong; I think “questioning your situation” is crucial… it just can’t consume your life. I’m working on that.
The other day I had the pleasure of listening to some really awesome people give life/theatre advice to high schoolers… and it was such a nice check-in for myself, reaffirming that I am on the right path—mostly because I’ve decided to make my own path (we’ll get to that). And one thing that was said was that we do this work because we want to make something glorious. And sure we’ll probably have to do stupid, commercial, bullshit things to pay the bills, but we can’t lose sight of our hunger to make art that can change the world. Of course this is all easy for me to say and believe in 110% because I’m still living in my conservatory-la la land and haven’t faced “the real world”, and blah blah blah, but why not start believing in that now? I’m into silly things like affirmations and writing inspirational sticky-notes to myself, so I’m gonna write a sticky note that says “REMEMBER YOUR GLORIOUS PURPOSE”. What would happen if we tried to make something beautiful everyday? That sounds like a summer project. Ok, so challenge for you all: this summer make at least one beautiful thing a day, document it, and share it!
I Am Not Soup
So don’t label me. Let it be known that the semester that has just ended was probably the worst semester ever. I was doing good work in class, loved the work we were doing SO much, and really enjoyed showing up everyday, but on the inside I was tearing myself up. I got caught up in the labels. And the most prominent branding I gave myself was “Not a singer”. Because I know what great singing is. I go to school with excellent singers. I know a ton of people who do it better without trying. And I dug myself into a ditch of self-doubt. That led me to my “I hate Musical Theatre” campaign—which of course was only my defense mechanism to cope with feelings of being inadequate.
And the whole year I had some pretty fricken' amazing teachers believing in me and supporting me, and telling me I need to “own where I’m at” and "stop beating myself up”. And that was tough, finding a balance—letting it be a tough time without being tough on myself. I spent too much time being bitter. I thought something had been stolen from me... tunnel vision. And then someone I greatly respect and admire tapped me on the back and told me to lighten up. They reminded me sarcasm and cynicism are just ways of hiding. They reminded me that bitterness would lead to loneliness. And they told me I was better than that. And sometimes that tap on the back is all we need (hugs and tears are good too). Someone in my class once described out job as wandering around a dark room desperately reaching to grab a hand we can't see. It's nice to catch the hand for a moment.
These are growing pains, I guess. We don’t learn to walk without falling down first, right? Learning how to navigate.
So basically, what I’m trying to say is STOP TRYING TO LABEL YOURSELF! I got caught up in letting “musical theatre major” define who I am, and getting frustrated that I couldn’t identify with it. So sure, I haven’t been in a full-length musical since my senior year of high school, but I’ve accomplished SO much more. I’ve acted, I’ve written, I’ve directed, I’ve assistant directed, I’ve stage managed, I’ve teched, I’ve photographed, I’ve cooked, laughed, read, danced, loved, learned, taught, shared, slept, tweeted, posted, pinned, I’ve sat in a museum and written plays, I’ve sat at the reflection pool and written poetry, I’ve laid on the wet grass and stared at the stars and saw that I am only a small speck in this galaxy.
Hold Your Own. Know Your Name. Go Your Own Way.
Now where does this bring me? Here and now. My acting teacher told me in our last meeting he could always depend on me to do things my own way, and that I march to my own drum. That makes me think of an astrology book Matt showed me, where for each sign they would answer, “How many __________ does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” For Capricorns the answer was, “only one, but it has to be her idea”. So I’m gonna go my own way. I’m not gonna worry that my goals are different than the person sitting next to me. And I’m not gonna let my major define what I do and what I don’t do.
Everyone loves a rebel, right? And I think I’ve always been drawn to do things that other people aren’t doing. I go to a musical theatre school, so naturally I’m going to write and produce plays because no one else is doing it. So then I have to think, if I was at an acting school where nobody sang I’d probably be the one doing musical theatre. Funny how that works.
Things that are happening right now:
I was just cast as Guildenstern in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead here at BoCo! It’s the first fall faculty-directed studio show in our season and goes up in September. I’m thrilled and feel incredibly blessed and grateful. And if you’re familiar with the show I’m sure you can understand how I feel the slightest bit overwhelmed… it’s a lot of text, haha. But we’re not in rehearsal till August, so this summer I’ll be spending a good deal of time with Mr. Stoppard.
I’m doing this super cool little internship at the Boston Playwrights’ Theatre! It’s a wonderful place that does such important work, and it’s awesome to be apart of it. Right now we’re gearing up for the Boston Theatre Marathon on Sunday, which is like a huge deal. 53 10-minute plays in 10 hours. Awesome.
I’ve also joined the work force and got a “real” job (what does that even mean?) We’ll call it my survival job. It’s what pays for groceries and bills. I’m a hostess at 5 Napkin Burger. Thrilling. I’m thinking of turning my experiences into a movie, The Stand maybe. “Normal” people are SO fascinating. Working feels like research, like I’m researching humanity. It’s wild. But mostly I just try and stay awake when I’m standing for 7 hours at a time. I do get a TON of reading done when I pull closing shifts. In the last week I’ve read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Lobby Hero, How I Learned to Drive, and tempODYSSEY. I have stories for days about occurrences at the restaurant, but this is probable my favorite one:
Lady-I’m-Seating: What is that soup that guy is eating with the weird looking bread in it?
Me: Matzo Ball soup.
Lady-I’m-Seating: Is that Asian?
Me: No, it’s Jewish actually.
Lady-I’m-Seating: Isn’t that the same thing?
The last few months several other lovely things have happened… and I have random post-it notes to myself reminding me to blog about them. So here they are…
- This semester our movement (Viewpoints) and voice/speech (Fitzmourice) class culminated in “Ovid Compositions”... 9-minute compositions based on the stories in Ovid’s Metamorphoses. This was hands down my favorite final project I’ve ever done, because it reminded me of my artistry. It brought me back to the days of Octavio’s Performance Art class, banging sticks, throwing sand, and drowning in water. My group put together a piece on The Rape of Proserpina. It was such a lovely experience and taught me a lot about the way I work and what has informed/inspired my work. And for me it’s all about the visual, the stage pictures, and the “look”. I assume this comes from a background doing TFYA, and years of taking production photos. We remember pictures. And I think that’s why I love Pina Bausch so much, the pictures she makes and the way she utilizes and exploits the elements. So we covered the entire stage in flowers. And I’m sad it’s over now. But I have so many ideas to further develop it… so maybe it’s not over!
- Bullshit is necessary in our work. Ok, maybe bullshit isn’t the right word… but for me it makes the most sense. I am a “planner”, and I often have to remind myself to take off my Stage Manager Hat and not calculate everything I’m going to do. Because think about real life… when do we ever execute situations exactly as we’ve planned them out? Never. Because what we do/say is always in response to something else. So aren’t we always talking out of our ass then? I’ve been thinking about that a lot, as I’ve worked with actors who say their lines the same way regardless to what the other people onstage are doing. It becomes stale, and it becomes two actors sharing the stage in different plays. Ya gotta listen. Ya gotta listen and respond.
- I got a razor scooter. Hopefully it’ll arrive in the mail tomorrow.
- This facebook status I had a few weeks ago: “Christian [my roommate] and I have lost the line between acting and real life. Either we just staged a wonderfully touching short play in our kitchen, or we just made some past.” Anyone ever feel like that? I’ll often catch myself doing things with a false awareness of an audience. Ha, weird.
- I went to NYC for Spring Break. It was SUCH a great trip! Spent some much needed time with some of my best friends. Saw Once on Broadway, which is probably one of the most beautiful pieces of theatre I’ve ever seen (and it totally deserves to win all the Tony’s). I grew up a little and took the subway alone (in and out of Brooklyn too!). I roamed around the lovely streets of the Upper East Side, stayed for a night in a fancy building on the West Side, picnicked in Union Sq, and had dinner next to Steven Spielberg in Hell’s Kitchen.
- I was accepted into the SITI Summer Workshop. I had to decline because it’s way out of my means, but getting that email from Anne Bogart was still awesome!
- I got on Pottermore (mostly just to be sorted into a house). I’m a Ravenclaw! (Not like any of us are surprised)
- This season of SVU has been awesome! So excited for the season finale next week, and so grateful it’s been picked up for it’s 14th season!
- I research grad schools when I’m bored.
- I think I’ll be happy if I can just play a cop on TV one day.
- I made this:
- STEAL LIKE AN ARTIST! http://www.austinkleon.com/steal/ Austin Kleon says “Creativity is Subtraction”. That blows my mind a little.
- We need to support the people, not the structure! This is a great read: http://www.giarts.org/article/please-dont-start-theater-company
- “Success is defined by Opportunity meeting Readiness”. A good read, and I nice reminder to hold tight, train, and work! http://www.dailyactor.com/2009/03/jenna-fischers-advice-to-actors/
Flowers for Ginny
This was the first year I didn’t blog on Ginny’s birthday, and I think it’s because I was working on my short play Falling Awake, which is for her… and that felt like enough. It was April 4th. I wore green. I walked to school listening to her song. I wrote her name on my wrist. I wrote her a letter. And Audrey and I stood on the bridge above the lake in the Fens at night with a bouquet of flowers, throwing the petals into the water in her memory. For her blonde hair that turned green from chlorine, her thin frame, her collection of sunglasses, her silly voices, her light, her parents, her sisters, the shows we did together, the friends we all shared, Konz, thespian competitions, the trip to NYC, nutterbutters, the drinks we’ll never share, the boys she’ll never date. And for every major occasion that happened to us since we were sixteen: ring ceremony, senior reps, college auditions, prom, grad bash, college acceptances, freshman year, sophomore year… I’ve felt her spirit through all of it.