And now, a word from our Foreign Correspondent.
…She is back folks!
And, in more thinky terms of life changing philosophy, is here to share with you, (via our satellite offices) what it’s like to cry into your baking in abandoned woe, and roast a chicken in 90 degree heat (because goddamn it, it’s OCTOBER!)…what it’s like to haunt Kraft Service tables as an Extra on sets all day, and her burgeoning possible 8th career into Circus Performance Art, et al. Hold onto your hats, a lot of fun is coming at yuh! But first: we must begin at the beginning…and not give everything away right off the bat.
I give you: The BFF.
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I am writing this from somewhere inside Elysian Park.
My lack of knowledge about my current whereabouts and my decision not to worry about being eaten by some large bush-dwelling park creature reflects the uncanny sense of calm I now feel in the face of the big, scary, directionless life change I made three weeks ago.
I am calm now. Make no mistake, I was not calm nine days ago.
WHO AM I
WHAT AM I DOING
WHERE AM I
WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!?!?
These questions and more had a good week-long free-for-all over my entire conscious being, often paralyzing me creatively and socially, negating the very reason I ventured south in the first place: meet people, do things, make art.
You make some chocolate mousse at 11:30 in an empty apartment on a Saturday night, you cry, you read about the execution of Socrates, and then you realize, suddenly and violently, that every terrifying thought stopping you up to this point, exists solely
INSIDE YOUR HEAD.
A breath, a cough, you put away the mousse, you pry your self out of the pillow fort, and you begin, once again, to live life.
In almost 3 weeks of living in Los Angeles, I have:
Been an extra on 2 television shows (it’s really much much easier than it sounds)
Met and learned from many fellow artists.
Danced the night away.
Followed leads (some fruitful, others not.)
Conversed with many strangers.
Propositioned some clowns.
Sharpened the vision of my future theater company.
And as of this afternoon, I may very well have landed myself both a job and some serious training at LA’s premier circus school.
PEOPLE OF THE WORLD: LISTEN.
All you have to do is something, it’s very easy although we most often make it very hard.
Sometimes, things will be shit. But everything changes, always, so dwelling is utterly futile.
Move, with life, and you will be fine.
Inspiration, though keen to strike us over the head when we least expect it, most often will only come out and play after much coaxing and many compromises. As an artist, you must place yourself in an environment where inspiration is apt to dwell, even if it does not instantly adjust, even if it requires hours of sweet-talk and ass-kissing, there are places where inspiration is more easily found than others.
We must find it, and we must know that just because we have found it, does not mean we will automatically be inspired.
This is my challenge, alone, in the belly of the beast, consistently adjusting the lighting, fluffing the pillows, and playing some Marvin Gaye in the recesses of my mind on the off chance that inspiration happens to drop by.
I left [home] because it was no longer a place that invited my inspiration. Los Angeles is terrifying and large and harsh, but for me, a jungle is always better than a desert.
Much love,
The BFF
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…And equal love,
~D
