11 posts tagged “vox hunt”
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Book: Share a self-help book that meant a lot to you.
I'd go into what it's taught me (and what I've tried to learn from it) but I think everything is summed up by the title. Last year, after coming to a stark realization that I'd been in a cycle of serial monogamy that hasn't worked out terribly well for me for nearly a decade, I decided to overhaul my relationship strategies and begin--gasp!--dating without expecting a relationship.
Show us your oldest family photo.
Submitted by Alex Leonard
Show us something by your favorite artist.
Submitted by Miss Parker.
This painting hangs in the Denver Art Museum, which is where I first fell in love with it. I found myself transfixed for a moment, definitely it's one of my favorites.
Lately I've been getting into Paul Klee, but I preferred to post this, since it has a more prominent spot in my heart.
Show us change.
Submitted by quornflour.
In April of 2004, I was cast as Lucky in a production of Samuel Beckett's existential comedy, Waiting for Godot. The play was a huge challenge to me, having never tackled a role with such extreme physicality or textual depth, but I made my way through the experience and it ended up being something of a breakout role for me. I am forever grateful for the chance I got to play such an interesting character, and for surprising myself with my own then-untapped reserves of dedication.
Before the play, my distinguishing trademark was my hair, specifically the dreadlocks I wore, and employed to theatrical effect. I began growing when I was 19, after a major period of transition, and had them for six years. Until Godot.
During the rehearsal process, I once again found myself in a period of transition, and that needed to be sorted out. As I felt my way through this, I realized how much of my life was being affected by the energy I carried around with myself. Hair tends to act as a sponge, and soaks up not only water and smoke, but also the experiences you have, as you are having them. You can squeeze out the water, and wash out the smoke, but the energy you move through, that gets trapped on a molecular level. When you need to get rid of that energy, there is only one option to take.
Hair, when logged by either water or energy, can become very heavy. This happens so slowly that we often don't realize how our bodies end up sagging under the weight.
Over the handful of weeks of rehearsal for Waiting for Godot, I struggled to understand the character of Lucky, and also with representing him physically. I was given several valuable pointers to help me out along the way and I ended up with a good understanding of his toil, but I was confounded once I needed to perform his lightness, the vast ethereal interior life that was so integral to the character. I also could not fit into the hat the costume designer found for me.
So I decided to cut my hair.
On the Right: After.
Graffiti, please.
Share a photo of your commute.
Taken on the Libba Cotton trail that connects Carrboro to Chapel Hill. We generally keep to the left, here.
Take a picture of your reflection.
During the final night of Ten by Ten (which was actually an afternoon), I carried my camera around and snuck photos of the cast. One of my roles required me to sit in the green room for a half hour, having latex prosthetics applied to my face, so most of the shots I took before the show began were of my transformation into that character, but once the makeup was finished, I was able to get shots from other backstage vantage points.
The shot I've uploaded here is of the third character I played, in a segment called "The Idiot's Guide to Classical Music," by Doug Reed. In it, I got to play a rather tuneful bellhop who sings his way into a young bride's ... room. La la, indeed.
