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.