but is it art?

Just kidding, I’m not going to touch that question.

But here’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about since beginning classes with Anthony Abeson: Acting as an art form.


Well, it is. And I never really regarded it as such. It’s easy to cast actors off as beautiful talking heads, and that’s because- most of the time that’s the case. I am realizing how many bad habits I’ve created since I’ve begun acting and auditioning in a commercial / comedic arena. I’m not knocking on that in any way, but it’s been easy for me to shirk having a real emotional life underneath the text because I haven’t been required to do so. Also, I hang around a lot of comedians who like to make fun of actors and inside me lives a little teenage girl who wants to be cool and not be an actor.

“You cannot be cool and be an actor.”

I had a college professor who always said that. Here is another quote of his I have doodled throughout the pages of my college acting journals: “Actors are lazy artists.” I never really understood what he meant. Now I’m starting to get it. A dancer wouldn’t get in front of an audience without proper training and technique. Neither would a musician. You nail it or you don’t. An actor can get away with a lot though, yah?

Discipline! Onward and out.

So long, Summer. I hardly knew you.

90 degrees or no, let’s admit that fall is here. Oscar pushes are starting to make their way onto the Internet, Dunkin’ Donut smells like fake pumpkins, and I lost sleep last night about doing my taxes.

With fall, comes a sense of renewal. I may not be in school anymore, but I still plan out my life in terms of semesters. And I looooooove putting a stamp on a clean envelope.

(Haven’t written a blog post all summer so you’ll have to forgive any metaphors that just don’t make it to the finish line).

I’ll admit, this summer was not ideal. I rarely wish I could go back and hit the reset button, but I would love to take back the entire month of July, which was just one giant stress migraine.

But- I’m here now. Just started acting classes with Anthony Abeson, and yes girls, it is changing my life. But I’ll leave that for a separate update. Right now, I gotta run. I got new shoes in the mail and I plan to take advantage of the last hot days of the year. Otherwise, you know- endless puddle of regret and pre-winter depression.