buy-ology

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.

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.

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.

...space

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.

Back to posting...and emailing

I have not posted anything in a while...too long a while...and now I'm going "right - time to get back in to things that I want and need to do and would like to keep up with that I've ignored over the recent crazy months. Like writing emails to people. Keeping properly in touch. I used to do that such a lot and I've really let all these wonderful contacts in my world slide away into the corners of my mind. And I think of them. Oh I think of them frequently. And I love them. But I haven't been making or finding the time and space and energy to do it.

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...

Eat My Monologue is coming back!

Eat My Monologue is returning to the Luxe Bar in Mt Lawley later this year!

Hooray! This is fabulous news for Perth - for actors, directors, theatre people and general public alike.

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.

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!

Born Again Heathen

A short film I did last year has made it to youtube. Born Again Heathen.

Wonderful film-making experience with a fabulous and dedicated cast and crew.

For those who wish to check it out the link is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfpoIPjlSx8

I've been playing with my camera...photography is something I've always been interested in and wanted to pursue with more technicality and knowledge - 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...

The empty Thirroul Olympic Pool

Watching the sun set



Magic...