Archive for June 2006
Getting better at this thing. Shannon this week: “You guys are going to learn one more thing then you’re done learning.” That thing was WALK-ONS, which was total fun and a release valve for all these nervous scenes. I’m getting better, though I still initiate better than I respond. I don’t know what the hell is going on when I respond.
So far no one has caught on to the fact that I DO NOT remember stories about my life almost ever. When we do monologues- that was week 6 and on- I am total panic of coming up with something. I have so far, but there aren’t many left in my noggin.
ok so week 6 of improv class, we the students hired a coach to help us out a bit and she rocked. Tara Copeland was generous and firm- the perfect combination, and we I think were ready to be pushed into integrating our “skills” better. Big take-away from this session: be emotionally open. Every scene got better, especially mine, when would express a real feeling- something we really were feeling at the time. I have no acting training, and this is hard (I think if I really expressed the main thing I was feeling it would be “I’m freakin terrified” over and over again. Guess I’ll try to find a secondary emotion in there somewhere.
Seriously, this is ultimately why I took this class- to be in the moment, open and ready to express oneself. The thing that I want so bad is so hard and scary- this moment thing, this present-ness, this alive on the planet. Fuck yeah!
By the way, I am in a post MOCCA break. Cleaning my house. Teaching, waiting to finish the strip book.
Ok I am fried from another awesome class at UCBT, and much improved from last week, but fried nonetheless.
This week, after some warm-up exercises where we play around with things we “believe” – announcing them, then later announcing opposite beliefs- we tried to create characters whose beliefs might be absurd or at least different from ours. It brought out good characters. My character didn’t have a belief as much as a fact: she was “born at home.” I keep being given scenes where I am a child, and so my child was very home-schooled, granola-y. She made a poop and announced that it was natural.
Next we played animals- I was a saint bernard, and played a helpful husband, being watched by a crazy wife.
This week was more fun, but I am still a deer in the headlights.