Last day of training – hard to believe. Tomorrow is just
presentation of Suzuki and Viewpoints for whoever wants to watch. Ellen started
us off with Suzuki today – some great specific work on a handful of movements.
She called me out for two things that I should have fixed by now, but haven’t.
My right arm swings occasionally when it should be still and I really have no
image, no fire to draw on for the arms in basic 2. Looks like I’m wearing oven
mitts – I think she said. She is absolutely right. I spent the better part of
the day thinking why – I’ll address it in a bit.
Viewpoints was great to get back into one of the studios
after the awkwardness of the stage. We hadn’t forgotten everything, but just
seemed to lose it in that cavernous space of the theatre. Some lovely moments –
things I hadn’t seen in a while. After lunch Barney took us through some basic
slow Suzuki moves and a few old school things. His energy is so wonderful. He
was away with family for a while so it was nice to have him back. The session
was split between Suzuki and Viewpoints – which was nice. Working open
Viewpoints I’m not sure I could explain what was running through my mind – but
will try – but it caused me to do like angry Viewpoints – which I feel comes
off as far too selfish. I worked through whatever was coursing through my body
and then finally settled down and actually got some work done.
What I am processing at this point is my relationship with
this material. Part of the reason I suspect that Ellen was right is that for
the past few days I have just not been connecting with the material. I know I
wanted to come here to experience this training – partly as a scholar and
partly as a performer and partly as a teacher. What I need to sort out is what
that means. As an academic exercise this training would be as hollow as any
other dogma. But beyond that what I really need to sort out is what my
relationship is to the theatre. This is a question that actually chokes me up,
gives me pause, brings me to tears – whatever metaphor works on whatever day.
THEATRE - It is part
of how I define myself, something that continues to fascinate me, but something
I am doing very little about developing at this point in my life. I am fascinated by the SITI company that have
devoted their lives to this idea. Me – I’ve spent a lot of time reading and doing
lighting, but little else. So, I wonder what the next step is for me. To
continue this training and not use it makes no sense. It’s not a replacement
for biking or the gym. It needs a real commitment beyond just the physical. I’m
just not sure what that means. At one point in time I would have defined myself
as an actor – that time has long since passed. I recognize that as a performer
I can function at a fairly high level without actually giving any of my self
away. But, as an actor, that is not possible. So, where does that leave me? I’m
not sure. So, I am back to needing to sort out my relationship with the theatre
before I can answer the question of the training.
As triage on the performance tonight – great to see others
perform, but, thinking about my own performance, I fucked up the first line and
then fucked up another one. I can live with both mistakes, but realize that my
level of dedication and skill are extremely low. I have been impressed with the
level others seem to engage in. But, lots of hanging out in the lobby after the
performance, which always smacks a bit of “tell me I did a good job.” It’s an
honest thought, but not one I want to engage in. I know what went well, and I
know what I screwed up.
So, this is what is riffling through my head – how do I
sustain the interest and the passion I had in the theatre at 18 when a whole
series of life choices stand between me and my 18 year old self? Job, bills,
responsibilities, etc, at what point does art matter? That doesn’t minimize the
commitment to the other elements, but when do I make choice that produces
something I can point to and say – YES – this is what I wanted to put on the
Earth, and not – this is what I do to pay bills and put my kid through school?
It is not as simple as that, but it’s not too far off.
And – just a side note to round out the evening – I have
always imagined I would be at a party and a guitar would fall in my hands and I
would wow people and they would all sing along with whatever I played. But, the
reality is that I never would imagine I had had that much to drink, or that the
pick would be that weak, or that I wouldn’t have my own guitar, or that I
wouldn’t have had days of practice beforehand. Yea. The fantasy VS the reality.