#actor to actor

[rainbowryland]

#precious bean

[benedictusantonius]

Sir Patrick Stewart and Henry Cavill by Nigel Buchanan for Variety.

[ll-smith]

Hey! I, too, am an aspiring actor! What kind of stuff have you done so far?

Hello!! I’ve done lots of theatre (Annie Sullivan-The Miracle Worker, Viola-Twelfth Night, Meg March-Little Women (Musical), etc.) And some extra work on a few projects. I’m excited to really get into the tv/film/short film scene in LA. What about you?

[lettres-a-un-acteur]

14 July 2013

Strange times. Uncommon times. Uneasiness flows readily, and why shouldn't it? I am so very scared my dear.  I do wish you were around to assuage, although I'm entirely sure I would melt into a bumbling mess of incoherence if you did. They keep tightening rules to the point of the illogical at work, while cutting hours, I trying to prep a one woman show with no backing and only 7 weeks, I'm in the process of moving 3000 miles to a big ass city to attend a understatedly intimidating school which I'm not sure I can afford and I'm not entirely sure I won't be stranded at once I get there. I'm hunting for a job that doesn't exist. It does, but it's an fabulously unpaid internship. On a more creature note: I'm cold, hungry, I have to miss the premier of one of my favorite shows ever tonight, and worst, none of my closest friends seem to notice or care that I'm freaking out right now, because none of them have bothered to text or message or call over the past week.  There are the outside things too. World things that one with a conscience or a beating heart or the stroke of the artist can't let go unnoticed. That boy that was killed and the man who did the killing going free, Mandela being ill, Syria, Middle class wages, civil rights, civil unrest.  All of it darling is dizzying. Then, there is Georgia. Georgia and Alfred, my god what a story, what a script. I do wish you could read it. So much nuance. While I doubt I'll be able to make a dent in mounting a performance before I leave for New York, I am absolutely holding on to it for monologue material and possibly as my thesis piece. It's tense and hopeful and sexual and charged.  She's the only little ray of sun at present, and it's existence is murky at best. Seven weeks to mount a full production? Performance fees, venue rental all out of pocket, memorization. Good god...and yet, I want to try. Maybe an abridged staged reading, of a one woman play? That is a bit daft; is't it? Goodness Ben, I just...want to move on to what's next. Everything's in place, a great jerry-rigged, glass scaffolding of plans... Lost and unchangingly yours, AF