Sunday, September 6, 2009

Week 3 Rehearsals ended on Saturday, 5 sep 09.

I was on the stage/ floor WITH THE SCRIPT. That's the worst example I could set for myself or anyone. Leaving that at that. The rehearsal ended well. I pushed, and got into performance mode, using whatever I could remeber from our exercises and whatever else I could summon from the "process." Maja aaya. Totally. I slowly started freaking out with confidence. By the time Neeraj asked us to stop I was going all out. I was on the floor as "a lifeless puppett", reading out from the script, oh.! They joy of rehearsing. A lot of things came out, the discoveries of which I think I better write down in my journal for my own self.

My rt. chest injury hasnt yet healed completely, and that has been a reason
why I have not been able to exercise or practice much of last week. The doc whose clinic is right under my house says there is no fracture, its the "intracostal" muscle thats hurt. Whew :)

The red spot is around where I am healing. This injury was giving me maybe a referred pain on my back also, and obstructs deep breathing. I can understand that the healing has been delayed much because, over the entire last week I have slept roughly only for 18-20 hours.

At work over the last few days, I browsed through some "Philadelphia Eperiment" type books, through to some Pyramids and egyptology-and today through these I stumbled upon the Great Nikolai Tesla of the tesla coil fame. Mark Twain was a friend of his, and Anne Morgan, JPMorgans daughter had been seeking his atttention. Edison was his contemporary, he had revolutionary scientific ideas, such as which powered industries and WWII with alternating current, motors, generators, amplifiers, plugging into the ground (earth) for electric power, he also gave us the neon lights, tube lights, and so many electrical things. All of his works and ideas were never implemented or commercialised. He left no kids. They say he dies penniless. Mr. Edison deceived him.

<- If we could show a spectacle like this on stage, how'd that be!!!

Its possible, I am sure, with safety.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Modigliano. His pregnant girlfriend.

Picasso. Pablo. He said Modigliano's name on his death bed. Picasso looked a wealthy, respected and a respectfully leading artist. He was cool, I mean

because he made this, Don Quixote. Ha. Even cooler is the dachshund if you see it. I am putting a picture of Pablo here., to see how he looked. His face is oval and round.

He looks a pretty serious man. Wuuu. Master.
A cool, or coolly serious man. A genius. Do you know why, Sanatan? Well cause he made difficult to understand, (to many people including me, many a times, difficult to appreciate ) artwork, on canvas. But no offence meant Sir, if we were in the same town and drank at the same bar, we would be friends. :)
Ya man. Hey, now, Dont look at me like that.
I want to make art too, and let people enjoy it. With lines, and shapes, colors, expressions, depth, vibrations. All on the stage, and sometimes even just with my body and soul. Whruuu. That would be nice ma boy.
Dear God.
The moskito baite me all d now an den.
I kill dem somtims and ignore them mos ovda time.
You should control some of what you make.
Take dis as a sujesson. okie.
And as the minutes pass, I am happy.

My chest (rib) pain is healing. I am going to want it to heal even faster.
In fact, there is a very slight sensation on my vertebra, right behind. I am inclined to connect it to the injury from the front, because of which a complete stretch or correct sitting posture is lesser (due to the pain) and that could do something to the back.

Later today, I want to write some for my beard and the process.
For now, I feel slightly like going to the loorium.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The Wrestling Exercise
was a cool one. I was wrestling with Mandar, and I was able to keep my stand because of my strong legs. In one of the bouts his shoulder did strike me somewhere over my right chest. Its paining slightly.

Went to dance class today. Met Tai. She was teaching Ardhanareshwar.
I have class tomorrow, at 11.30 for Ardhanareshwar. I am looking forward to it.

I still have to work on the script and Karstens lines.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

To create masterpieces. To be a master. Acquire wisdom.
Of self, of life.

I have much to do, and I sit satisfied, just as if all to be done were just taken care of.

I feel some movement in my life.