Picture Exercises…

From time to time, I have taken acting classes. While studying at the Beverly Hills Playhouse, I learned a technique called the “Picture Exercise” where the actor finds a picture of a person/character and recreates the picture by recreating the exact pose and costume.  This exercise helps the actor find specific character traits to incorporate into life-like behavior for the character.  Once the actor is dressed and posed like the picture, the actor must answer one question, “What does the person in the picture say at that moment in time?”  In order to answer that question, the actor must get a sense of the inner and outer voice of the character/person in the picture.  The actor has to create backstory and has to create the moment before.  The actor has to know what frame of mind the person in the picture is in, where they are physically, how they move, if they move, and why they move.  Then what do they sound like when they talk, do they have an accent, a lisp, are they loud or quiet…

I did my exercise from a picture of Sethe from Toni Morrison’s Beloved who is patterned after Margaret Garner, the slave who killed her young daughter rather than let her return to slavery. I used a photograph by Ken Regan (found in the book Journey to Beloved by Oprah Winfrey) on page 48.  The actress who played young Sethe, Lisa Gay Hamilton has a video of that scene “get in the shed”  and while I did not recreate her scene, I did recreate her look and the look of the babies for my exercise.  The picture I used was of Sethe holding her two infant daughters in her arms – in complete controlled hysterics.  I made my costume, bought two dolls – a small brown one and a larger white one, as there are seldom brown dolls to be found in stores.  I bought paint and mixed it to get the perfect hue and painted the white one brown, after the paint dried, I glued hair onto the head in little braids all over. I made dresses for the babies.  Grabbed a knife – one that could slice skin and created and reenacted what I considered fitting backstory that would make a mother slit her baby’s throat.

What did she say?  “Dey be dead or dey be free.”

I always liked the picture exercise but hadn’t thought of using it for a writing exercise until I participated in a playwright’s workshop at Native Voices the Autry with Bernardo Solano.  The seminar was right around the time that I lost my niece and I needed to do something to get my mind off my grief.  I needed to write and I was craving the company of other writers…  It was hard to focus; however, when we were asked to select a picture and write whatever it inspired us to write, I found the selection process somewhat soothing.  I selected a picture of a man and an infant lying dead on stone steps.  The picture began to speak almost immediately – “the bombs came in the night…”  The resulting piece is a 10-minute play titled MILK DUST.

I don’t usually do writing exercises because I believe to get better at writing, you have to write…  Writing is like doing pushups, the only way to get better at pushups is to do more pushups.  I do like this exercise though; I like the way it can be used from the acting and the writing perspective. It’s close to what I do in my head when I visualize the characters that I am writing about, when I am listening to what they say.  This exercise is a perfect way to find an unexpected way into an unexpected play…

Make Believe

 

 

 

 

I remember the hours I spent as a child in my “Make Believe” world seemed more real to me than the many places/schools/zip codes I lived in. 

In this video from TED a magician –  Marco Tempest (what a great name for a magician) spins a story of what magic is, how it entertains us and how it highlights our humanity :

http://www.ted.com/talks/marco_tempest_a_magical_tale_with_augmented_reality.html

I especially like his use of fairy dust.

 

Comedy = Poetry and Lies

Maggie Smith. 

I admit to being a Maggie Smith fan for her current character in Downtown Abbey – her double takes, her tsking, her rolling of the eyes.  I love it.  It communicates all the impatience and intolerance of one’s elders, but done with a childlike emotional stance.  I especially love the Downtown Abbey paper doll set that is now available as well.

http://www.vulture.com/2012/02/print-out-vultures-downton-abbey-paper-dolls.html

 But I do like what Chris Bliss has to say abou the “translation” of comedy.  It reminded me of Maggie Smith and the cut out paper dolls of Downton Abby.

http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/chris_bliss_comedy_is_translation.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

John Cleese on Creativity

 

I was sent this video yesterday and it is 36 minutes long in English but with Danish subtitles.  (?)And it is hilarious, insightful and really gave me some much needed oxygen.

John Cleese on Creativity:

“Play is distinct from ordinary life both as to locality and duration. This is its main characteristic: its secludedness, its limitedness. Play begins and at a certain moment it is over, otherwise it is not play.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=VShmtsLhkQg

 

Embeddedness

Maybe it’s because I’m not writing now – not writing now – now writing now…(this is my brain hearing me say this over and over again) – but I seem to be finding these messages from the universe about critical thinking (and feeling).

Mostly the critical feeling part. I’ve been reading reviews of new shows opening on Broadway, and marveling at the subjective experience of what theatre critics share.

http://theater.nytimes.com/2012/04/16/theater/reviews/peter-and-the-starcatcher-with-christian-borle.html?ref=theater

I confess to have a vested interest in this show and I was quite sure that the New York Times would dismiss it.  But instead it’s a rave.  So my radar is off on what I am afraid of versus what can really happen out there in the theatrical universe.

And then I found this article by Andrew Haydon, which in part says: “Obviously, there’s an initial massive, potential problem with the “embedded” critic. And that is the problem of readers’ trust. At root, before knowing anything about theatre, before being able to write, before even having anything like “good taste”, the one thing a critic needs is the trust of his or her readers.”

I found the rest of his article very insightful. 

http://postcardsgods.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/embedded.html

And now my brain is full.

 

The brain versus the spirit

Years ago I worked at MIT in the psychology department.  I was working as a secretary to a neuroscience team working on brain research – particulary – a new procedure called a cingulotomy. This is a  form of psychosurgery which involves lesioning all or part of the brain’s cingulate gyrus.   

This is the location....

This surgery was developed as a lobotomy alternative, and its used today to treat severe cases of chronic pain or obsessive-compulsive disorder.  At the time I was working at MIT, I was also doing musical theatre (Guys & Dolls, The Apple Tree) and it was a surreal experience to be delving into the mysteries of the brain and neural pathways and to try and make sense of musical comedies. I don’t know if I’m making the connection clear, but I was reminded of this when I came across a recent TED article on brain research.

The fascinating part of this brain research, for me at least, was the capricious character of the neural pathways.  (rather like the rehearsal process).  You could alter the neural pathways of the brain (rather than removing the brain matter as in a lobotomy) but the brain would sometimes recreate it’s own “freeway” system of connections, often individualized in a way that couldn’t be anticipated.

I remember conversations with some of the scientist about the “location” of the brain – was the intelligence of the body a wholistic content – was the spirit of the person able to determine where/how the brain located its memory? 

So here is the article on TED that made me think about MIT/The Apple Tree/and the dancing girls in “A Bushel And A Peck” today.  My neural pathways are tingling.

http://www.ted.com/conversations/10581/how_does_virtuality_translate.html

 

 

The Word Waits

This is a prologue from a novel I’m writing, first draft ready May 1st! Feedback is appreciated.


The Word hid from view more years than we have numbers to count. It felt easy for the word to hide – simpler when you’re the only one who knows that you exist.


The Word hid in the dark. Relied on memories, on ghost stories, on soldiers, and eventually on troubadours to understand where Word lived and how long before she was needed. Her appearance must be impeccably timed, her knowledge shared with only the most needful of all. Revealing her power too early would be disastrous, or before she found herself in the right spot.

She’d misjudged once and tablets were created. Tall craters of clay shaped and symbols drawn into the malleable forms before drying. She says misjudged because soon after were The Great Ruins and the Word was nearly washed away, forever, or rock could have fallen and sealed the Word into her cave.

She must not misjudge again.

The Word waits. The Word hides.

Fatima Quest

I’m writing a new piece now, some stories that have been swirling around my head for a while – the Virgin Mary and Fatima sightings and women’s bodies and family stories and growing up Catholic.

Many of these stories I have told before. Most over a beer or two getting to know a new friend. They are the stories told in the night that you can’t imagine putting in print for fear family members would sue. Honestly, they still might.

And it seems that the story to haunt me forever is the one that caused a great shift in my life: Fatima.

Here’s the gist: two young girls and one young boy (ages 7-9) see the Virgin Mary one day while out tending their family’s flock. She tells them of future visitations and offers three secrets which include:

  • Russia must proclaim their devotion to the Mother or She will fail.
  • (shady interpretation) Pope John Paul II’s Assassination attempt
  • The two youngest (Francisco and Jacinta) will die soon while Lucia will live on to spread the glory of the Virgin Mary’s word.

The two youngest did die from a pretty common flu, and Lucia, later Sister Lucia, or Looney Lucia, as I will refer to her, lived to be a ripe old advisor to the church and I believe was appointed for sainthood after she died at 92. The two youngest were the only canonized youth who were not martyrs.

The show is called Fatima Quest, and this is the blog I write before leaping into the next ten pages I promised to finish by Monday.

Wish me luck. I’ll tweet about it @cindymariej & also started a Pinterest Inspiration Board.

If you have any stories or experience with the Fatima story or the Virgin Mary, let me know!