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Working, Missing and Allergy-ing

April 26, 2013 at 7:55 am by Claudia

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These trees, surrounding the gorgeous arch, are budding and leafing out.

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These trees are full of flowers.

Gorgeous, aren’t they?

They, along with the pollen that is flying around these windy streets, are making me miserable. Oh lord, are my allergies out of control! This morning I woke up with a stuffed up head, watery eyes, and a general feeling of yuckiness. I’ve always wondered why something so beautiful, so long wished for, so renewing, can cause such havoc in my sinuses.

Doesn’t seem fair, does it?

After today, I will have met with every member of the cast once and some twice. What a nice and talented group of actors! They are a pleasure to work with. I find that most actors are that way. Very seldom do I have trouble with an actor. The key to working successfully with an actor is to understand the way he or she works and gently but firmly guide that actor by giving him/her all the tools needed to give a full, rich performance. Equally important is knowing when to back off. At some point, some actors will not want many notes and will need to put it all together without interference. Other actors want all the notes I can give them right up through opening night. In the end, it is never about me. It’s about being of service to the actor and the director and the production. I think the fact that I was an actor helps me in all this. In all modesty, I think I handle this particular balance well. I know that is one of the reasons Darko likes working with me.

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The night before last, I woke in the early morning hours and then went back to sleep. I had all sorts of crazy dreams that left me unsettled. I must have dreamed about Scout because I woke up feeling so homesick and all I wanted to do was to nuzzle my face into hers, to breathe in her scent. I miss my girl so much that I feel a constant ache inside me.

Last year at this time, I was here and Scout and Riley were back home. Riley was declining and I worried about him all the time. And when I returned, I spent all my time taking care of him for the next 3 months. Oh, how I wish he was still with us. That sweet boy with the gentle brown eyes. I can still remember the feel of his hair, the way he liked me to stroke his face, the way he licked my hand. I’d give anything to have him back.

Sorry. I feel sadness coming over me at times, fueled, no doubt, by being away from my home and my loved ones. And memories can suddenly come out of nowhere that overwhelm me, that stop me short. I miss my boy.

You never get over the loss of a beloved family member.

Ah well. I have some coaching to do this afternoon. This morning, I am borrowing a company car and driving to the suburbs where I will quickly run into Joann’s and buy some Polyfil. And some elastic thread, which I just realized I need for Maggie Rabbit’s dress. To those of you who offered to send me some Polyfil, my heart is warmed by your generosity. Blogging has brought such wonderful people into my life. Such a sweet gift you are.

Happy Friday.

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Filed Under: coaching, On The Road, Riley, Scout 20 Comments

The Rehearsal Process: Working One-On-One and Blocking

April 24, 2013 at 8:59 am by Claudia

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There’s something awfully comforting about seeing this quilt on the hotel room bed. Even better: being tucked under it at night. Duvet, schmuvet….I like my quilt.

My word, it was cold yesterday! Windy, cold, and more like the beginning of March than the end of April. Since I brought only a jean jacket with me – no hat, no gloves – to say I was uncomfortable is putting it mildly. This is the strangest spring I can remember. Today, however, promises to be warmer and I’m counting on that. I want spring, thank you very much.

After writing yesterday’s post and spending 4 hours at rehearsal, I called Don on a break. He informed me that I had a typo in the post: I had typed Sunday instead of sunny. Oy. I find it amazing that I can type a post, proofread it more than once, and still miss an error. Alas, I couldn’t fix it until I got back to the hotel. Those pesky typos drive me crazy, slightly reformed perfectionist that I am.

We finished our table work yesterday and now we move on to a schedule that has me in and out of rehearsal throughout the day. The other day, I mentioned the one-on-one work I do with actors. I started those sessions on Sunday and will be doing more today. What is one-on-one work? Well, it can be several things. Right now, it’s a chance for me to meet with individual actors, get to know them a bit, and to go through their lines together. I point out pronunciations and words that need to be stressed within the framework of iambic pentameter. What is iambic pentameter? It’s the meter in which Shakespeare (and others) wrote. It measures the number of syllables in a line of text which fall into a natural rhythm. An iamb is two syllables or beats, consisting of an unstressed syllable and a stressed syllable. Pentameter refers to the fact that there are 5 iambs in a line or ten beats.

Example: “If music be the food of love play on.” (The first line in the play, spoken by Orsino.)

Using iambic pentameter as our guide, and starting with an unstressed syllable, we get:

If MUsic BE the FOOD of LOVE play ON.  (da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM.)

Shakespeare was brilliant. By using iambic pentameter, he gave all the clues an actor needs to find the meaning in a line of text and the way it should be expressed. It’s also been said that an iamb mimics our own heartbeat. There is a natural quality to speaking this way. Though to a newcomer it might seem constricting, actually it’s freeing once you get it. The challenge for the actor is to take this structure, this meter, and speak it in a way that isn’t sing-songy, but is heightened and natural at the same time.

In the poetic sections of text (Shakespeare also wrote in prose) there are usually 10 beats to a line. Sometimes, there are 11. Occasionally, 12.  Sometimes the normal rhythm of an iamb is changed to a trochee where the stress is on the first syllable and the second syllable is unstressed. Or a spondee: two stressed syllables in a row, followed by two unstressed syllables. Iambic pentameter is by far the most prevalent metrical stress used in Shakespeare and when it varies it always gives a clue as to what is happening in the scene and what heightened emotions or changes the character is going through.

This all sounds highly technical, but once an actor learns the art of scansion, which is going through each line of the text and marking the stresses, he has the framework in place to begin his interpretation of the character he is playing.

I spend time with the actor on just that in the first individual sessions. And if there is a line of text that doesn’t easily fall into 10 syllables, 5 beats, we work at it like detectives and try to figure out just what Shakespeare wanted in that line. I also point out words that need to be heightened in the way they are uttered because our contemporary way of speaking words can creep in and that’s a no no. This is elevated text.

That, in a nutshell, is what we do in our first session together. As we move further into the rehearsal process, we tackle the voice, breath, how to handle long, complicated thoughts on one breath, speaking clearly and fully. If I or the director notice something that needs to be addressed, I schedule a session with the actor. But there will be more on that later.

While I’m working individually, the director is beginning the process of blocking the play. Blocking = the positions and movements of the characters in a scene. Every director does this differently. Some chart it in detail before the rehearsal, others have a general idea of what they want and make decisions during the rehearsal itself. Many rely on the actors’ instincts, as well. It can be a very collaborative process. In this particular production, the set is a complicated labyrinth of boxwood hedges, as in a formal garden. The actors will be in and out of the maze, appearing, disappearing, and even walking on top of the hedges. So the blocking is even more complicated than normal. But Darko, the director, is brilliant at that sort of thing. He loves the challenge and his background is in movement, so he sees things as a sort of dance. This is going to be an amazing visual treat.

Whew! I hope this wasn’t too much information. It’s a challenge to put into words a process I know like the back of my hand.

Oh, I forgot to include one other little creature who travels with me:

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Little lamb. When I finish Maggie Rabbit, there will be four of us here: Wayfrum, Little Lamb, Maggie Rabbit and me. But I can’t finish Maggie Rabbit because I forgot to bring some Polyfil with me! Dang it. Very frustrating, indeed.

Happy Wednesday.

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Tagged With: polyfill, ShakespeareFiled Under: coaching, On The Road, Shakespeare 34 Comments

Deer, Wi-Fi, Shakespeare & Egg Cups

March 27, 2013 at 8:37 am by Claudia

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A young one. Look at that sweet face, staring right back at me as I took a photo through the kitchen window. This morning I arose rather early and it was still a bit darkish outside. I went to let Scout out, realizing too late that there was yet another deer in the corral. Fortunately, Scout was a big groggy and it took her a second or so to realize just what was going on and the deer turned and jumped gracefully over the fence, flying across the back forty.

When I saw these guys feeding yesterday afternoon, I called to my husband as I grabbed my camera: Look! Don! Some deer!

Don: I’ve pretty much seen all there is to see about the deer.

Me: What? You don’t want to leap up, as I do, every time there is a photo op???

Don is over it. And he doesn’t have a camera obsession like I do. I just hope I can get him to take some photos of Prague with his iPhone.

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I’m happy to say that the Wi-Fi problem here is resolved, thanks to a cable employee who immediately got the situation and quite readily said that my router would be better than anything the cable company had. I love it when an employee is upfront and honest with me. Ten minutes later, my router was back in business, I had a strong, consistent signal and we were good to go.

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I’m anxiously awaiting the hard copy of Twelfth Night. The director has made some cuts and, now that they are finalized, I should shortly be receiving it in the mail. I have to start work on it. I’ve coached Twelfth Night at least 4 or 5 times in the past, but have I saved any of the scripts with all my notes in them?

No.

There’s only so much space around here and I usually end up tossing them. And then I have to start all over again. Oh, for a big office/studio space of my own, in its very own room, with four walls and lots of storage space. And a door.

Note coffee stained reference book. A year ago, I had an unfortunate incident with a bag of books and a coffee cup, while trying to juggle too many things as I made my way to the car. Bad Claudia.

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Just had to stick this in the post. She’s awfully pretty, isn’t she?

More egg cups:

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On the left: To be honest, this might be a toothpick holder, but I choose to call it an egg cup. Love, love that sweet face.

Center: This one was found in California. Those are my colors, how could I resist?

Right: A goose egg cup, made in France.

Some of you have remarked about how hard these figural egg cups are to find nowadays. And you’re right. Back when I started collecting, about 10 years ago, I would haunt eBay, often sneaking out of our bedroom in the wee hours of the morning to put a last minute bid on one I particularly wanted. There was much more variety in those days. I spent some time on eBay the other day and was disappointed in the lack of interesting egg cups, which, unfortunately, has been the case for the past couple of years. For that reason, I haven’t added to the collection lately, the goose egg cup being an exception. I found that a year or two ago in a local shop and I pounced on it! I’ve never seen another one like it.

I apologize for not responding to comments yesterday. The day got away from me. That will happen occasionally. But I read them all and I’m so grateful for them. Thanks, friends.

Oh, please visit my sister’s blog for two posts about a surprise that Mer found wrapped inside a quilt my grandmother had made for her. It’s the best story! Visit here and here.

Happy Wednesday.

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Filed Under: animals, coaching, Don, egg cups, Scout 48 Comments

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