So here they are: Claire, Madame, Solange. Taken by the esteemed keltanen, a press photo for The Maids. Again, if you are lucky and privileged enough to have the opportunity, we would feel most lucky and privileged if you'd come and see us (me) acting very dangerously and in the fashion of homicidal maniacs.
Please note I have specially painted, with my actor's make-up kit (well, the group's, really) the horrendous bags around my eyes as well as heightened the very faint lines that naturally occur around my mouth. I do NOT look this bad in real life, I don't. Or this homicidal.
Monday, April 16, 2007
The time has come to unleash the maids - another non-commercial commercial break
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Great picture, you make a lovely Solange - I assure you, those circles under your eyes are nothing to my current panda look - can you PLEASE bring your play to edinburgh? x
Hm, honey, I might take it up with the committee that we've been asked to appear at the Edinburgh Fringe, by this up-and-coming author...
(that'd be so cool I'd just have to die though)
Why don't you come and see it here, weekend breaks in Helsinki are not that expensive? You have a month to arrange it love...
just a thought
Break a leg, Anna.
I shall avoid telling you about the crush I am developing on the center maid, and simply say that the moment before your first line in a live play is one of the most special in creation. Few people ever get the chance to feel it.
Ah, thank you Mr Moon. Another (checks calendar) four-ish weeks to go yet. Fionna (directing) said after last Sunday's run, "Well, at least we're not going to peak before our time."
Do you think she was being sarky?
The centre maid is not a maid, it's Madame. Madame, Mr Moon. Solange's obsession object. I have to talk about her heaving bosom an awful lot in the play. As it happens, she is a very bonny young thing, but buxom she is not. I think it adds a certain something to the lines. Or possible takes something away. I haven't quite worked that out yet, as I, for one, don't want to peak before my time.
The moment before my first line in a play is a mighty special one, Mr Moon. It is the one I spend dying with stagefright. V. special. Seriously - I do love it when a world is created onstage, and it doesn't happen until performance. But I suffer terribly beforehand and am wonderful and flowing during. So during would be (one of) my most special moments in creation.
Dear Anna Mr, I wish I could come and see it. I'm still suffering from jet lag after my conference in Chicago and haven't yet caught up on sleep because the kids are sick and I'm doing vomit control at all hours of the night (great to be home!)and I don't think I could manage another long flight until well after I forget how awful it is to be cooped up for 18 hours. Why not bring your play to Melbourne! I would be there with bells on.
Bindi, hello, how lovely to see you here, but what a horrendous time you poor love are having at the moment - there can be few things worse than jet lag (hate the bugger) but kids needing vomit control PLUS jet lag has got to be the pits.
Melbourne! With bells on!
If I put it to the FBP committee (the governing organ of the Players) that we should be funded to fly there, will you sort the venue?
Hope you and the kids recover immediately over there in upside-down land. And again, welcome to my blog house, lovely to see you here.
I could enlist more arty friends who are in the know to help find you a venue. It could and should be done!
PS thanks for sympathy vote re the vomit and jet lag. Life here has improved considerably since then.
Jeez, you got over it quickly. My jet lag is a fortnight's job. Maybe it's lack of practice - only two goes at it. Intend to keep it that way.
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