“Women who dance have ugly feet. Their feet aren’t pretty anymore, but their professional." - Former New York Ballet Choreographer, George Balanchine
On the coast of Africa, in a place where the grass hits your feet like emeralds waiting to be touched and the sun blinds you with its light, hypnotising you into a deep sleep, suffocating you with its heat. There in the depths of the tropics laid a Lioness and her one cub.
I was taking a sip of my coffee when my colleague, an actress of a delicate, yet raw beauty resembling Kate Moss blurted out with such distaste: “Everything is so diverse, now it’s hard for me to get auditions.... there are no parts for white women.”
This is nothing. Nothing is important. Importance is creativity. Creativity derives from experiences. Experiences like this make you realize how lucky you are to have more happening in your life than some. Some people are bitter and twisted because, they fail to really succeed at what they truly wanted to do. Do they even have a heart anymore? Anymore joy to give. Giving is the formula which keeps you alive, present and warm. […]
I recently performed a rehearsed reading for an excellent writer; *Alice Baker, who I have worked with previously many years ago. Alice is an excellent writer with tremendous talent and insight. I believe she is a writer at the forefront of British contemporary drama. She is a modest writer so would never admit her brilliance, but the most talented people are also the most humble! Anyway after the performance reading, we offloaded what […]
Gong Hei Fat Choi – Happy Chinese New Year. Sorry it has been a while since I last decided to put some of my nonsensical thoughts to paper/ screen. But you know how it is at the start of the New Year; new plans, new regimes and new life = busy, busy, busy. Anyway I was inspired to write a brief post today having read an article on the recently deceased Philip Seymour Hoffman. The article […]
Image taken from up and coming designer TypeA : http://www.typea-share.com (This post has a very amateurish poetic feel to it, I am not a writer, just a blabber, a girl that asks many questions but never knows how to collate the answers. So for the love of god, please do not think, that I believe I am a writer! Hell no! Just a normal girl with nothing more to say, than words that mean nothing […]