tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89803390181388669222024-03-06T15:34:11.813+08:00Katya Eileen ShevtsovMusings, imaginings, updates, ideas...Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-28301735769910395182010-05-03T16:50:00.000+08:002010-05-03T16:50:51.508+08:00buy-ologyI'm currently reading a fabulous book by <a href="http://www.martinlindstrom.com/index.php/cmsid__buyology_about">Martin Lindstrom</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> about neuromarketing, why we respond to things the way we do, what drives our purchasing decisions...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">The fascinating thing is that it really isn't just about buying things or not buying things.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">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 <i>every beach I've ever walked along! </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">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 <i>all </i>the useless information that washes through us every day. But still, we are the sum total of every moment of our lives...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">buy-ology then? A fascinating read.</span>Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-34855132521473930532010-04-19T20:11:00.000+08:002010-04-19T20:11:06.425+08:00I have a new actor's head shotI have a new headshot as the title of this post would suggest...<br />
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I don't know which version of me it is. Is it the <i>real</i> me or a <i>fake </i>me? How could I be a fake me? It begs the question of identity - so ridiculously prevalent for each and every one of us.<br />
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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.<br />
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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 <i>requires </i>that I become better acquainted with this person I call <i>me.</i>Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-27424972967254361392010-01-17T10:06:00.015+08:002010-01-17T12:13:12.058+08:00Red Dirt<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkwkLl6-j3fiCjXjw-aAKWdpDqwSLO0jqYji-a5gpz4BFaNVmXv3eYT5LyzITxh8Txrmw699yBTwPsPYVmEWw4kbysLk62Pbr9Mt5kcbbF8IZfXLG2f7ILpccPdU-SeQK_VF3AHICbGnE/s1600-h/IMG_3259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkwkLl6-j3fiCjXjw-aAKWdpDqwSLO0jqYji-a5gpz4BFaNVmXv3eYT5LyzITxh8Txrmw699yBTwPsPYVmEWw4kbysLk62Pbr9Mt5kcbbF8IZfXLG2f7ILpccPdU-SeQK_VF3AHICbGnE/s320/IMG_3259.JPG" /></a>i breathe my home in through the soles of my feet.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">soft red dust seeps into my pores...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">an almost osmosis of the heart.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">my skin is bathed again in amniotic sweat<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">as dry heat swirls about my ankles, sweeps into my chest.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">i know i’m here because<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This earth...after rain...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">i re-cognize the three-dimensionality of chipped stone, layered earth, smooth bark, clouds. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">my lashes filter harsh light born in the centre of the sun.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">glaring at me,<br />
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But I haven't been making or finding the time and space and energy to do it.<br /><br />So after this - which I guess is almost like a little email to the world isn't it - well, the world wide web and any random person who happens to come across my grain of sand contribution to it - I might just go and start doing that emailing business...Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-30162282257881633672009-08-21T09:19:00.003+08:002009-08-21T09:25:29.595+08:00Eat My Monologue is coming back!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqwbpVpAWC8kdqbXl7l7Q6SWCCQi6gA4Kk5dqAcaNd6TluC8eAUaNqm6KJV4mni9YU_qZbrZmnR-vfuSrnynoLaQRDSrLg4qtwYP9Y9x4iZ4XkLveRWsMnyXtdWxvk2EJItrsgjc-0dZC/s1600-h/4641_85001248169_593693169_2037234_4020062_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqwbpVpAWC8kdqbXl7l7Q6SWCCQi6gA4Kk5dqAcaNd6TluC8eAUaNqm6KJV4mni9YU_qZbrZmnR-vfuSrnynoLaQRDSrLg4qtwYP9Y9x4iZ4XkLveRWsMnyXtdWxvk2EJItrsgjc-0dZC/s320/4641_85001248169_593693169_2037234_4020062_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372221651307900674" border="0" /></a><br />Eat My Monologue is returning to the Luxe Bar in Mt Lawley later this year!<br /><br />Hooray! This is fabulous news for Perth - for actors, directors, theatre people and general public alike.<br /><br />I had a wonderful time as an actor back in May this year tackling a challenging and rewarding monologue for performance in season 1, and have heard nothing but excitement and praise for the project by theatre practitioners and audiences alike.<br /><br />Keep your ears out and HOORAY for the wonderful Claire French and So Frenchy Productions for bringing back this fabulous concept for a new season!Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-2431499000901459402009-08-05T14:59:00.002+08:002009-08-05T15:03:38.466+08:00Born Again HeathenA short film I did last year has made it to youtube. Born Again Heathen.<br /><br />Wonderful film-making experience with a fabulous and dedicated cast and crew.<br /><br />For those who wish to check it out the link is:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfpoIPjlSx8" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?<wbr>v=CfpoIPjlSx8</a>Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-48139920759353488872009-07-09T07:56:00.004+08:002009-07-09T08:41:11.544+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_itGSKiWTjz4Ughw9MnaWyN4HgZsmlLW5FJlCBhpLgubZbqunRUi-5P_gVz1UL0JxPiU3DxXYpeCureWA6_KsFt2SFWgf2mqx-hHZGBrC4BbwJEIh75MluTO-4xR1kh8EGcoYOH2ZhQI/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_itGSKiWTjz4Ughw9MnaWyN4HgZsmlLW5FJlCBhpLgubZbqunRUi-5P_gVz1UL0JxPiU3DxXYpeCureWA6_KsFt2SFWgf2mqx-hHZGBrC4BbwJEIh75MluTO-4xR1kh8EGcoYOH2ZhQI/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356249343532199154" border="0" /></a><br />I've been playing with my camera...photography is something I've always been interested in and wanted to pursue with more technicality and <span style="font-style: italic;">knowledge </span>- you know? So recently I've decided that dammit I'll just indulge this wanting to capture the beauty I see and play with my camera...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4XjSBCnSRfUYibM7nBj08B2YRDZU2zj_7t5aJIBKqx7DO2ukCT-RS6CMyGcTTG0exI4pQlwdjfg5minkE_3nhO8mKGVOwCN7kzI4jNAvQuSO1FxNn_y_mDPnNOYpqBwsxsh48OnvddeM7/s1600-h/IMG_2802.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4XjSBCnSRfUYibM7nBj08B2YRDZU2zj_7t5aJIBKqx7DO2ukCT-RS6CMyGcTTG0exI4pQlwdjfg5minkE_3nhO8mKGVOwCN7kzI4jNAvQuSO1FxNn_y_mDPnNOYpqBwsxsh48OnvddeM7/s320/IMG_2802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356249317830814530" border="0" /></a>The empty Thirroul Olympic Pool<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jpXSxWMkWVLhulMtfv-11XaG5zsj6Fk9Xev6CRmIg8Mr8m61LyBSjxthqVNaB9w7z48OFP9yKdbEAYStGe2D05pl2cs39HBGtz11X6Q5s9F7xlhH-adbtS77vZHVT_KRWHl85xGZdUGm/s1600-h/IMG_2807.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jpXSxWMkWVLhulMtfv-11XaG5zsj6Fk9Xev6CRmIg8Mr8m61LyBSjxthqVNaB9w7z48OFP9yKdbEAYStGe2D05pl2cs39HBGtz11X6Q5s9F7xlhH-adbtS77vZHVT_KRWHl85xGZdUGm/s320/IMG_2807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356249322906309554" border="0" /></a>Watching the sun set<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUQzEXBnMiK0xQvkYQYAhoE3MFWx9RzguLeB8o-5LtKcPnCcrDnbitI1yfe5sMvjHVLUwXNlGZIwahIIv6M2qSz-YMJ9W0OzNRHt147n3wDb77v8J-ZxPfaqY5n2TZSKJ8i_CK1uKkZC0/s1600-h/IMG_2809.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUQzEXBnMiK0xQvkYQYAhoE3MFWx9RzguLeB8o-5LtKcPnCcrDnbitI1yfe5sMvjHVLUwXNlGZIwahIIv6M2qSz-YMJ9W0OzNRHt147n3wDb77v8J-ZxPfaqY5n2TZSKJ8i_CK1uKkZC0/s320/IMG_2809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356249337784668242" border="0" /></a><br />Magic...Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-66122460401130015322009-07-04T07:46:00.002+08:002009-07-04T07:55:12.565+08:00I would love to writeI would love to write.<br />Underscored, <span style="font-style: italic;">italiscised,</span> in <span style="font-weight: bold;">bold <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">trebuchet<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">WRITE<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">In capitals.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;">But my "writing" is too blackly sprawling for this page<br />Like dancers unequal to the majesty of music:<br />Tchaikovsky and Prokofiev and Stravinsky's soul-opening inspired calculations of rhythm and note - So few fail to disappoint those god-like man-wrought explosions of not-quite song.<br />My "writing" is not yet even the pithy, technical, dead dancer of muscle, line, rhythm, space, elan and choreographic competency.<br />It remains a grown-old child:<br />Half staring awe-fully at the magical movement of the sky<br />While frowning down upon its silly self - blinded by sun.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></span></span></span>Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-25316634974697951802009-07-03T06:53:00.007+08:002009-07-03T07:19:11.741+08:00The value of positive re-inforcement in critique?I was just thinking this morning about "constructive criticism" and the helpful aspects of this, and how it could be more positively used. I have come across critique so many times... as a student, as an artist, in day-to-day relationships with loved ones. Time and time again I have been given 'feedback' of some kind. Criticism of a piece of artistic work, of an essay, of how I have handled a work situation, of my personal weakesses in day-to-day relationships with loved ones and friends. I've delivered critique too of course. Both on personal levels and as teacher of dance and drama.<br /><br />I don't know I'm no expert and am just randomly blogging a thought - because I had the thought and felt like blogging it!<br /><br />So many times I've heard something along the lines of "there's no use telling you what is working because its already there, you're already doing it" "I'm only giving you the negatives right now because thats what you need to work on". As and arts student training rigorously in drama I and other students were constantly told what "needed more work" with perhaps a cursory appraisal of positive qualities.<br /><br />I'm just thinking, how much more valuable if we can continually feed ourselves and each other with positive feedback as well as the necessarry constructive criticism we all need to move forward. I don't always know what I'm doing well, it isn't always obvious to me. Sure we think of it in a more formal 'constructive criticism' situation - but what about ever day ordinariness? I could do with making more use of these ideas of mine!<br /><br />For young children a big deal is made of positive re-inforcement. You encourage your child to keep doing good things, we are encouraged to praise their hard work, their instances of displaying generosity, their efforts - even when the result is less than may have been desired.<br /><br />We were all children once, a part of us all is still a child. Why not re-inforce for one another and ourselves on a daily basis. Encourage ourselves and those around us to continue with the things they already do well.Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-858263705998491192009-05-13T09:03:00.002+08:002009-05-13T09:10:53.172+08:00First post in a while...I've been slack...I've been busy...I've been slack...<br /><br />So hello world!<br /><br />I've also been stressed about this: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=69416962430">Eat My Monologue</a><br /><br />I'm a performer - why do we artists and performers take our work so damn personally? We <span style="font-style: italic;">know </span>its about the piece, the work, not about us...but knowing is all well and good. We still have to do <span style="font-style: italic;">justice </span>to the work don't we - and we performers are our instrument.<br /><br />So if you're in Perth tomorrow night and wish to see some monologues, drink some cocktails or wine and/or feast on the fabulous menu come on down to the Luxe Bar in Mt Lawley for a 7pm start.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=69416962430">Eat My Monologue</a>Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-71409822606432866722009-03-31T17:08:00.002+08:002009-03-31T17:17:36.835+08:00The Nancy SikesThis friday <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thenancysikes"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Nancy Sikes</span></a> have a super fabulous Easter show on at the Fly By Night in Fremantle. This friday April 3rd, at 8pm I believe.<br /><br />I'll be there...providing a little bit of beautiful entertainment of my own...not quite of the musical kind - you'll just have to come along and see for yourselves!<br /><br />The Nancy Sikes describe themselves as sounding thus:<br />the fancy bikes! <br /> the prancy mikes!<br /> the antsy psychs!<br /> the chancy pikes!<br /> the dancy dikes!<br /> the trancy spikes!<br /> the lancy strikes!<br /><br />...no more to be said I would think!<br /><br />Check out their myspace page: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thenancysikes">http://www.myspace.com/thenancysikes</a><br /><br />...hope to see you there.Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-61384295943146691572009-03-23T08:38:00.002+09:002009-03-23T08:55:45.504+09:00Boy On A Wire by Jon DoustLast week I attended the book launch of Boy On A Wire, written by <a href="http://www.jondoust.iinet.net.au/">Jon Doust</a>.<br /><br />Jon is a Western Australian writer, comedian, myers-briggs practitioner, facilitator and among other things, a truly wonderful and precious friend of mine. Boy On A Wire is his debut novel, drawing on his personal experiences at boarding school.<br /><br />I haven't yet had the pleasure to read his book (I'm waiting for Jon - now based in Albany - to sign the copy I bought and send it back to me...hmm...) I have only heard wonderful things about <a href="http://www.fremantlepress.com.au/books/adultfiction/1084">Boy On A Wire</a> and cannot imagine it to be anything but hilarious, honest, poignant, quirky and roundly beautiful.<br /><br />Maybe you'll get to read it before I do...c'mon Jon I'm waiting! ;o)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"></span>Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980339018138866922.post-11034550795449323272009-03-15T14:30:00.000+09:002009-03-15T14:44:08.916+09:00so to begin...I have started a blog...<br /><br />I don't quite know where it will go, what I will do with it, but I am beginning something and everything has to have a beginning. Sometimes, you just have to start from nowhere and find where you are going.<br /><br />So...<br /><br />Ngnapabungu ... It is the name I was given at birth by the Aboriginal community I lived amongst in northwestern Australia. Around the time of my birth - September - huge thunderstorms rolled across the land. I was called Ngnapabungu - bringer of rain.<br /><br />So as I begun, I begin this. Silly as it may seem I am here and I am beginning.<br /><br />It is often said that "when it rains it pours"... I can only wait and see.Katya Eileen Shevtsovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10537682837879678581noreply@blogger.com0