25 April, 2008

Andalucia calls...

I leave Monday for my great adventure to Andalucia, and to Nick Bantock's "Delivered By Accident in Twilight"-- I feel simultaneously thrilled and apprehensive. I worry about my visual artistic abilities, and continue to tell myself that though a novice, I do possess an artistic eye, and still professionally create, albeit in a different, though no less legitimate way.

The truth is, I have never in my life done anything like this for myself, and that, ultimately, is who I am there for. For beautiful surroundings, company, food, and for the opportunity to dip my toe in the ocean of creative spirit, to swim in it, until my fingers get all pruney.

Throughout the history of our world there have been those who took first steps, down new roads, armed with nothing but their own vision. I believe I am meeting one on Monday. I believe I am meeting a man brave enough to invent a world; to allow others to decide what is being 'said' within his work. I am compelled to make this pilgrimidge of sorts, because I share the values I assume in him, because I have an artist's temperament. I go because when I behold his work, it rises up to meet me, and I am simultaneously absorbed in it. It is difficult to articulate, but these are all predestined things.

We are so often suffocated by those who want to enlighten us with their truths. For me, art in all it's forms is beautiful because it is a secret, and secrets seduce us, we all want to share them.
I go because I must.

02 April, 2008

Re: Werewolf

So an update.

1. The scene changed. The werewolf didn't burst through the ceiling. He entered like anyone else to a masquarade ball, and moved through a crowded room while onlookers thought he had the best costume of the evening (of course). Then he bit off someone's head and the crowd caught on... and the rest was pretty much the same.

2. I didn't get it. It went to an "English Rose," which in I do believe in Hollywoodspeak means thinner and blonder than you... (Why didn't they just ask me to be "as blonde as possible?")

Perhaps it's... for the best...

01 April, 2008

The blind-singing-Victorian-eaten-by-a-werewolf-"look as attractive as possible"-audition...

Tomorrow I have to audition for a film.
I was just speaking about this to a few actor friends last week. Why is it that when a really palatable job presents itself to you, you inevitably have to achieve the impossible on camera. The things we do to get a job (sigh). My favorite instruction of the day was to "look as attractive as possible..." whatever that slightly worryingly insinuates. Here are a few choice remarks people have asked of or said to me in order to prepare for auditions:

1. "See. We're gonna need you to create the physical comedy of the donkey yourself..."
2. "There isn't actually a script, so... yeah ..."
3. "Oh! Yes of course I forgot to ask if you have Chinese heritage?"
4. "You'll have to fake an American accent. Can you do that?"
and my absolute favorite:
5. "Does you get cold sores in real life? Because that would be great..."

But tomorrow takes the cake. Tomorrow I am being asked to sing a song from the Mikado, portraying a blind, Victorian parlour room entertainer. Oh and by the way she is blind. Fine. Then, halfway through the song, I have to react (blindly) to an invisible (but rampant) werewolf who breaks through the glass ceiling of the party and rabidly chases after the guests who all run away screaming (which all must be imagined of course, because it will really be a major movie star dressed in a blue suit). Then I have to portray the imaginary werewolf will slowly stalking up and breathing upon me. And then act as if I am being eaten by said invisible werewolf. 

um, WHAT?


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