I write sometimes
There’s a moment after meeting an artist I admire when I mentally slap myself. Palm smacking my imagined forehead, I fixate: I said THAT? Why? Why did I use those words? Did I communicate anything? What was I thinking?
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
If the last eight days had been intentional, then I could call this an experiment, an exercise in how to be cruel to myself. However it was not intentional….I really did not mean to facilitate this shittiness.
WHEN I FORGET MY BODY IS A BODY, I GET HURT. IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
That being said, listen to your body. Ask for modifications or ways to scale a movement. You know, I find that doing a technically correct pushup from my knees only a quarter of the way down feels better than doing a half-assed, poorly formed one.
watch “The State of Being Mixed” - a poem by Kaitee Tredway
Theatre is changing. New scripts include ranges of characters, diversifying who is portrayed in plays, in musicals. As a result, more and more people are seeing themselves represented on stage. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I admire the grace and compassion with which theatre artists hold this responsibility.