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Apr. 17th, 2008 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pipistrellafelixActing is really, really strange, & I'm beginning to think it might be dangerous. I already knew it was addictive; I have been living & breathing it for years & have known for that long that it will always be my first love, with apologies to everyone else I love.
Recently I've started to think about process more, & the other day I realized--while Andrew & I were having a conversation about some of this--that I don't actually talk to other people about acting, not about what it means or how they do it or how it makes them feel or what kind of living they go through to make characters.
& I think of this now, because this play is really starting to get under my skin, in the way intense theater does, where it slowly winds its vines around you until you're beginning to be your character on stage & off, & I'm not sure where Adele & myself intersect anymore.
It was like this with Irina, I remember--this below-surface simmering. It was like this with Thomasina, too, though since she was a far happier character it wasn't quite the same; but both of them, & Adele, are getting to me.
I need to talk to other actors now, just to satisfy my curiosity. What happens with that process? Do you get stolen, briefly? And when you're in thrall of the play, of your character, what happens to all those feelings? Are they real? Is it possible to separate myself & my character, ever, or am I just fated to be like this for the rest of my life? And even if I could escape it...should I?
Recently I've started to think about process more, & the other day I realized--while Andrew & I were having a conversation about some of this--that I don't actually talk to other people about acting, not about what it means or how they do it or how it makes them feel or what kind of living they go through to make characters.
& I think of this now, because this play is really starting to get under my skin, in the way intense theater does, where it slowly winds its vines around you until you're beginning to be your character on stage & off, & I'm not sure where Adele & myself intersect anymore.
It was like this with Irina, I remember--this below-surface simmering. It was like this with Thomasina, too, though since she was a far happier character it wasn't quite the same; but both of them, & Adele, are getting to me.
I need to talk to other actors now, just to satisfy my curiosity. What happens with that process? Do you get stolen, briefly? And when you're in thrall of the play, of your character, what happens to all those feelings? Are they real? Is it possible to separate myself & my character, ever, or am I just fated to be like this for the rest of my life? And even if I could escape it...should I?
