I was an actor and writer before the coronapocolypse. What happened to the show must go on? This isn’t the show I auditioned for. Second week of Quarantine and even an introvert can start to fray at the edges if left indoors alone for too long…
I am an actor and writer, home alone. An introvert, told to stay inside for the foreseeable future. As long as there are books, snacks, wine and internet access, what could possibly go wrong?
Drawing on Emotion for Acting
I find film far more challenging than theatre and today was particularly difficult as we were filming a funeral scene for the short film Duelo. To authentically feel genuine loss of a person close to my character, I felt that I needed to draw on a particular memory.
Okay, the whole of Australia is on fire, the UK has been dropped into Brexshit creek without a paddle, a boat, or a rubber ring, and everyone is saying we are on the verge of world war three. So, I suppose, in the scheme of things, me precariously wobbling onto another stepping stone in my acting career isn’t big news this week.
2010 to 2020
It’s been a whole ten years done and dusted, so I felt I should mark it in some way because it has been a monumental and most excellent decade *plays air guitar twiddle*