The dirth of posts is down to taking part in an excellent workshop on Shakespeare over the weekend, the aforementioned workshop is also responsible for the wrecked state of my knees, the aches spreading across my frame and meeting a girl named Barrett.
The workshop was centred on liasing with movement directors, as well as a conventional director and developing two small scenes for Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
It was as exhilarating as it was exhausting, a real joy to work with a physical focus on classical text and it’s always nice to work with new actors and new people and forge new relationships; never mind learning new techniques and methods to beat the ever elusive barriers we all carry. It always strikes me how, as an actor, you throw yourself into very intimate situations at a moment’s notice and on only the briefest of introductions. When I think about what I’ve got up to over the last few days, the mind boggles; it’s like reaching a level of intimacy that usually takes years without any of the investment. It shows you how much artifice we use in our interactions with others, how many barriers we bring.
Needless to say, I made some new friends and sank a few pints of beer and a special mention has to go out to a girl called Barrett (real name Amanda) from North Carolina; who spent most of the night helping me with my southern American states accent.
It is now quite good.