After a few months of depressive malaise, I’ve seen a creative breakthrough in recent weeks that gives me great hope that I’m on the path out of the fog.
First, finally, I had an idea for a blog article. It’s been a long time coming and will appear here soon, when (after closing my show this weekend) I’ll have time to write.
Via very cool audio/visual computer conferencing technology, I’ve also been working on an original script with two Nashville theatre friends.
Also this week I’ve finished my first scrapbook project, come up with creative closing gifts for my cast, and fashioned a “big ol’ chicken leg” (a running rehearsal joke that came out of one of my lines and a dig at the "southern" accent that occasionally escaped me) out of homemade clay and oil paint as a director’s gift.
The fog is lifting. Feels good.
4 comments:
So you get digs at your occasional southern accent too? Matt would laugh in my face about it.
I share Charlie Brown's opinion on a face being laughed in.
Damn! Now you are a sculptress, too? Wait a moment... was that MY CLAY you used??!! Good job. :)
What part of "homemade clay" did you not understand?
;)
Great little Play-Doh-esque recipe of flour and salt water.
They were your oil paints, though....
What do you mean, "were" ?
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