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Powell street, San Francisco. May 29, 2016.
he asked me (dramatic monologue)
Why do I love acting?.. Besides meeting new people and engaging in something I’m not going to be forced to commit to my whole life.. I love acting because.. it’s easier to be someone else than to be myself. When you don’t even like who you are, it’s always more sane to act as if you are a completely different person. A happier, sadder, even angrier person. Just anyone but you. It’s like a way of escape. It’s a way to stay alive. When I think about death, I pick up a script and I redirect myself into a different character. It’s kind of like, holding off on suicide and making use of yourself instead of claiming you’re crazy, you just act. You become someone different. Acting is just another form of mental illness because instead of running away from your disease..you kind of use it. Instead of people calling you insane..they call you brilliant. All because you shifted your negative energy on a character who isn’t even real. All because on a flip of a camera you aren’t the real you. And you do it for months, it’s like a distraction. In those times you don’t worry about your problems because you can’t. You can’t. Sometimes, I feel ugly, insecure, inadequate. But when I act, even if I’m acting as someone who is insecure, ugly and inadequate..at least it isn’t me. For a while. That’s why I love to act. Because I can’t worry about my problems, I worry about someone else’s. Someone who isn’t even real. And as crazy as that sounds..that’s all part of the territory. It’s all part of acting. And I love it. Plus there’s always free booze and food on set.
May 13th
If I could execute myself from every shade of color I’d find myself black and white. But, If I could let go of every negative thought, my spirit would collide with a more divine seed that sprouts larger every 14th of July. If I had the choice, I would reconcile with every sad and degrading thought rebirthing new and improved wisdom of who I used to be, now learning who I am. When it comes down to the waterfalls of color I find myself staring into a golden ocean kissing the reflection of the sunset and maintaining the space of the heavens. Eternal. Like, the wind. Like, Air. I would let my spirit flow with it and constantly remember each tree I’ve passed, each mark I’ve made, returning to the different shades of browns, honey’s, yellows and reds. I will swallow the blue ocean, whole. Tasting every single scaled and non-scaled creature inside its captivating landscape. Every taste, a new color. If I do execute myself from every shade of color, I find myself black and white.. But, I am not afraid. No matter how drained I become because of past, the world will not change. The colors will never disappear within me, though I forget. I am an open canvas.
yo soy pasión
And so I embedded in my soul
I love you more than my own skin.
-Frida Kahlo
If I don’t feel the way she paints, I wont write the way I tell the truth.