Sometimes a scene leaves a tail.

This week in Richard Seyd's acting class, I worked in a continuation of last week's scene. I previously described this set of given circumstances as my nightmare. The situation was all-too-easy to connect with, so when it started, I launched right in. I went to some interesting and new places in my work, and I managed to keep the stakes high for both my relationship and my need to grieve. This is huge!

I'm really pleased with the growth of my craft over these past couple months - we'll see if any of it holds up in the context of scripted scene work.

The scene was brutal, and has left quite an emotional tail. Munch's "The Scream" is an apt visual description of what I'm going through: shockingly strong emotion in a dream-like world. Actors are in the business of make believe, but the body can't differentiate between real and imagined stimulus. What a wacky profession.