“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.”
“Wow….your hair is tough.” Those words ran through me sharply. Those words spilled out of my cousin’s mouth as her hand unwelcomely touched my hair, neatly braided in two French braids touched with a finesse of London rain. Her hair, resembles a Rastafarian Rapunzel, long, dreds, sleek, beautiful and black. Yet it baffled her why I would not want to do anything with my hair……but just keep it natural. No Braids. No Weave. […]
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. […]
Suffocated. Smothered. Frustrated. Tired. Exhausted. It is not easy being in an environment which caps your creativity. Being around individuals whose main concerns include; ordering the right kind of cello tape or what colour of post-it notes to purchase. These are a few of the weird, boring comments I find myself overhearing, when working in ‘MJs.’ (‘Money Jobs’, jobs that you do when you have finished one freelance contract and looking for the next one…..jobs that […]