Today I talked with my professor, a truly wise woman with decades of experience in theatre.
She’s told me that she noticed that when I perform I try to please her and other professors. She told me it’s bullshit and I must stop doing that if I want to make progress.
Time of education - she said- whether you pay for it or not, is your laboratory. This is the time and space for you to find out things - what you can and can’t do, what you want, who you are.You may and you WILL fuck up, but that’s ok. You’re still learning, you’re growing, and you have to communicate with the world to do so.
She’s said she’s 70, and she’s still learning. Sometimes she stays at home all day eating chocolate, falling asleep, eating more chocolate, calling her friends who don’t pick up bc they’re too busy. Sometimes she fucks up too. And that’s fine. You have to get bad things, to learn what is good
You must eat junk food to know it’s better to get veggies. You must stay at home to go out. You must be alone to feel a difference when you’re with people.
I for example, did an utterly shit project last week and the cringe is real. But she said - girl, it was shit. But now you know what to correct. And if you don’t want to - screw it. Start a new project. With new rules, new world, new mind. Every day you can reinvent yourself.
anyway, I’m only repeating what she said. she knows her stuff tho. real inspo. will throw in some more later.
yall make jokes abt getting rid of texas but forget we have a high population of mexican and indigenous people here. especially in the valley. you think its all racist cattle owners and white people but its not! think before you fucking post!
can we talk about how “it was the best of times, the worst of crimes” in getaway car is a direct nod to charles dickens’ opening line in a tale of two cities: “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” but his quote continues “it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity…” and goes on with all these opposites and conflicting ideas (which are later reflected in the novel) and that’s exactly what getaway car does. she feels free but captive, happy but with a guilty conscious, and by the time you reach the end of the song she is both the heartbreaker and the heartbroken.