"Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end"
well we are now, really and officially, closed. I'm probably repeating myself yet again, but this is the last time I will say this.
I think proof was an good show. But I think the thing that was the most irksome, was seeing the potential in the script for it to be amazing, not just good. It was one of those scripts where I read it and could see and understand so many things, and just couldn't always manage to get them out in the flesh. I tried, but I couldn't do it all. This show reminded me once again of what acting is supposed to be like, and the amount of work one really ought to put into a role to make it be something real. I...can still feel her anger and depression and elation, I understand her pain and disappointment, her acceptance and forgiveness. But as i write these words, so do I let her go, I only hope that I did her justice. Letting go is the wrong word, for you never really let go the people you play, once you have let them become a part of you. Instead, I let her unravel, each piece falling, to be rewoven into the whole once again. She will always be real, at times she was more real than I was myself. But now, she fades again into the background, distinct, but diffused. I release her, and she dissolves.
Good night.
I think proof was an good show. But I think the thing that was the most irksome, was seeing the potential in the script for it to be amazing, not just good. It was one of those scripts where I read it and could see and understand so many things, and just couldn't always manage to get them out in the flesh. I tried, but I couldn't do it all. This show reminded me once again of what acting is supposed to be like, and the amount of work one really ought to put into a role to make it be something real. I...can still feel her anger and depression and elation, I understand her pain and disappointment, her acceptance and forgiveness. But as i write these words, so do I let her go, I only hope that I did her justice. Letting go is the wrong word, for you never really let go the people you play, once you have let them become a part of you. Instead, I let her unravel, each piece falling, to be rewoven into the whole once again. She will always be real, at times she was more real than I was myself. But now, she fades again into the background, distinct, but diffused. I release her, and she dissolves.
Good night.