if by your art...
Oct. 27th, 2007 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pairikaWell... Tempest opened last night!
Pretty good crowd, especially for a miserably bitter torrential downpour Friday night. Of course, it was not without mishap -- circuit breaker blew, leaving us without some lighting and sound somewhere in the midst of the second Act, couldn't find the $%@&-ing part in the curtain to make an exit from one of the scenes, a few jumped cues, a couple long pauses, but generally, a successful opening.
After initial jitters, I think I settled into a pretty good creative tension. Always feel I can do a scene *more* effectively, but putting that aside, I guess if the audience appreciates the performance, that's all that matters in the long run. In a way, a performance at its best is a sincere offering. The ideal taps into something Universal. Something always to aspire to for me... now to keep the momentum going!
Other events that happened last night (during and post-show) have me caught up in thought. Feelings that I'm attempting to decipher and unravel. I know it's dangerous for me to think too much. Yet I can't help but feel sometimes that I'm being swept along by events. I wonder what I really want, I feel hesitant about the future, unsure about the trajectory and wonder if I need to brace myself in some way. Lately, I've just been surrendering to the current. Defusing my resistance, schooling myself in acceptance. Sometimes, though, there's a sense that the waves could very quickly be over my head, and I could suddenly be trying very desperately not to drown. While I'm certainly more familiar with the feeling of coping with situations in which I can't seem to get what I want, how much more unfamiliar would be a scenario in which I do gain something significant? Then I'd really have something to lose.
How would I know what to do then? Perhaps The Tempest is indeed in effect.
Pretty good crowd, especially for a miserably bitter torrential downpour Friday night. Of course, it was not without mishap -- circuit breaker blew, leaving us without some lighting and sound somewhere in the midst of the second Act, couldn't find the $%@&-ing part in the curtain to make an exit from one of the scenes, a few jumped cues, a couple long pauses, but generally, a successful opening.
After initial jitters, I think I settled into a pretty good creative tension. Always feel I can do a scene *more* effectively, but putting that aside, I guess if the audience appreciates the performance, that's all that matters in the long run. In a way, a performance at its best is a sincere offering. The ideal taps into something Universal. Something always to aspire to for me... now to keep the momentum going!
Other events that happened last night (during and post-show) have me caught up in thought. Feelings that I'm attempting to decipher and unravel. I know it's dangerous for me to think too much. Yet I can't help but feel sometimes that I'm being swept along by events. I wonder what I really want, I feel hesitant about the future, unsure about the trajectory and wonder if I need to brace myself in some way. Lately, I've just been surrendering to the current. Defusing my resistance, schooling myself in acceptance. Sometimes, though, there's a sense that the waves could very quickly be over my head, and I could suddenly be trying very desperately not to drown. While I'm certainly more familiar with the feeling of coping with situations in which I can't seem to get what I want, how much more unfamiliar would be a scenario in which I do gain something significant? Then I'd really have something to lose.
How would I know what to do then? Perhaps The Tempest is indeed in effect.
