It’s not about you… But it is about you.

We do some incredible things to protect our egos. We can weave the most fantastic, cock-and-bull stories to convince ourselves of anything, good or bad. Today I want to talk specifically about acting, and auditioning, and the weird blend between when you don’t get something…

Wishful Thinking is for Those Without Discipline

Inspiration comes in many forms and disguises. But waiting for inspiration to come along is a bit like waiting for lightning to strike. Often when I talk to people about creating their own projects, they’re excited at first, but that excitement quickly sinks under the…

A Response to: An Open Letter to Younger Generations by David Ferry

This comment has been getting such great attention on Facebook that I thought it was only fair to repost it here. This is a response to David Ferry’s letter about the younger generation, original post here: http://praxistheatre.com/2012/07/an-open-letter-to-the-newer-generations-of-toronto-theatre-artists-from-one-of-the-old-farts/ Dear David Ferry: Putting aside the fear of never…

Why Art is Dying

A few weeks ago I had a fantastic opportunity. I was sponsored by the CFC to go to Lean StartUp Machine Toronto, having pitched the idea of saving the arts through digital and social media means. The idea garnered a lot of interest, personal interest,…

My Manifesto: It’s Not About Me

My Manifesto: It’s Not About Me   As an artist I am in your Service. I am here to make you laugh, sing, cry, love, hate, feel, think, believe, engage, listen. But ultimately I want to hear you talk. I am conduit. Without your stories…

Leave of Absence

I haven’t blogged in awhile. I was pulled in eight million different directions and as I often do when I try to do too many things at once – I lost my way. Not for long, just for a little while. But I have a…

I Hate BS…

I do. I really, genuinely hate it. Unfortunately for me, BS seems to come in many forms now. There are even new forms of BS I’ve never seen or heard of before, popping up faster than the flies that circle them. But do you know…