Monday, May 3, 2010


I'm currently reading a fabulous book by Martin Lindstrom about neuromarketing, why we respond to things the way we do, what drives our purchasing decisions...

The fascinating thing is that it really isn't just about buying things or not buying things.

I had this realisation once, as I was walking along a beach, that I really wasn't just walking along this beach in this moment; I was, on some level, re-living every beach I've ever walked along! 

We are made up of all the hundreds of millions of moments that occur in our lives. We are all of that, all rolled in to this moment. Sure, some things are going to have to slip through the net - we couldn't possibly retain all the useless information that washes through us every day. But still, we are the sum total of every moment of our lives...

buy-ology then? A fascinating read.

Monday, April 19, 2010

I have a new actor's head shot

I have a new headshot as the title of this post would suggest...

I don't know which version of me it is. Is it the real me or a fake me? How could I be a fake me? It begs the question of identity - so ridiculously prevalent for each and every one of us.

I am that woman in that photo. I am her and every bit of her is me. Yet every bit of me is not her.

This is why I love acting I think. I love finding all those bits of me. The fractured bits and the passion-filled and jealous and selfish bits and the bits I love easily and the bits I find so hard to admit to... working as an actor requires that I become better acquainted with this person I call me.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Red Dirt

i breathe my home in through the soles of my feet.
soft red dust seeps into my pores...
an almost osmosis of the heart.
my skin is bathed again in amniotic sweat
as dry heat swirls about my ankles, sweeps into my chest.
i know i’m here because
i smell it.
This earth...after rain...
i re-cognize the three-dimensionality of chipped stone, layered earth, smooth bark, clouds.
my lashes filter harsh light born in the centre of the sun.

glaring at me,
claiming me,
daring me to deny that i forget:
i too was born of the earth.