we had a cast party a la potluck family dinner tonight. we eleven sat around a table and came together one last time. and it was............. and .....................and .................................................
too much to write now after not enough processing time, but here is what i just wrote to the director.
george~
so, after spending an hour in golden gardens decompressing, i was brushing my teeth and hit on what i was trying to articulate in our conversation. the brilliant thing about this smile you gave [after our last performance] was that it had no words and it had no answers. and of course, the thoughts running through my head at the time (underneath wow. Wow. WOW) were "what? say something. put it into words, etc..." but, like with your teaching, you don't give out the answers, you just tell us to go look for them (with an occasional nudge or two in the right direction). and your smile was my nudge to go find the successes that i know were there and knew in some part of my mind even as they were happening.
and know i do hear the importance and validity of your next challenge of finding the inner gage and voice of constructive criticism (sans perfectionist critic) that isn't dependent on another.
so thanks, yet again.
~nathania
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