Several of your blogs had a lot of good stuff to reflect on for yesterday's class. I have to admit...
I'm jealous.
I've been in a weird place the last few days...I'm struggling with some personal uncertainties, and I knew I wasn't really focused on the work. The relaxation exercise didn't relax me. I usually feel very grounded and centered by guided meditation. I'm familiar with the tension/release technique. But Tuesday I couldn't keep my head empty, and I struggled with the isolated tensions - my whole body would stiffen up and I couldn't get really satisfying tension in the parts I wanted to. I felt myself going through the motions and waiting for the exercise to be over.
I also feel like I struggle with spontaneous style centered on culture. I hesitate to veer into stereotypical thoughts about eras and places because I feel the facade of it, the snap-judgment and assumption. I know that improv is all about assuming, but I feel like our goal is not to make an audience laugh in this case. It's to find the truth. Perhaps our personal truth is to expose our perceptions about these eras in time - the cliches our minds recognize. And yet I feel an inherent dishonesty when I start doing drugs and "groovin" in the 70s or become a caricature of a flapper for the 20s. I'm torn between having something performative to do and really visualizing myself in the environment - a real person, not a cartoon of one.
I did enjoy the exercise where Bess and I came in as immigrants to the culture. I wanted to do it again and be a part of the group - I felt left out of a great moment of spontaneity and a functioning group mind. But the experience was fun - I loved when everyone was screaming and Bess and I were screaming and it turned out later that they were trying to blow us up.
Nacuma.....Sahara.....Cornucooooopiaaaaaaa......
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