I just saw "The Young Victoria" tonight. Alone. I took myself on a date. After a yoga class, I ate at the cafe at the yoga studio. Then I went to an old book store just off of Union Square - Alabaster Books. I found this really cool book about, you're gonna laugh: basketweaving. It was actually really interesting and what I liked the most were the artist profiles - where various basketweaving artists from all over the world were asked questions about process, risking, etc. I realized that what they were saying can be applied to any art form.
One question that was asked in which I loved some of the answers was:
"Do you call yourself a basketweaver?"
Here were some snipets of answers I found I could apply to my artistic endeavors:
"I dont call myself a basketweaver. I no longer feel I have to restrict myself. In the beginning it was useful because it provided a readily understood context for my work."
(I find this really interesting bc for about a year now I've been meditating on my need to identify so strongly with the label "actor." I'm letting it go a lot more these days - being much more relaxed about it. I find I am happier this way - and its really opened me up to other creative endeavors, that have nothing to do with performance)
"I call myself a basketweaver bc the world calls me this. But in my head I do not call myself anything. I do not need to. I am myself.
(that one is just great!)
I really loved EB in Victoria. Remember her from "The Devil Wears Prada?" She's funny, vulnerable, likable, beautiful. Fun to watch. Endearing. So full of life. And I am a total sucker for period pieces and history - especially those Brits. I didnt realize that Queen Victoria's husband Albert died so young. The actor who plays Albert, Rupert Friend, is equally charming and fun to watch and their chemistry was fantastic.
A chick flick, I admit it, but worth watching in my book --
I want to work with Emily one day. She's exciting!
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