The world unfolds around you. Revealing itself to you piece by piece. You learn about it, you help create it, you find its nuance. You find its magic. Its otherworldliness. You help it find balance, come unglued, fall apart, put it back together, get it what it wants. The imaginary becomes real…
When I was a little kid I was a big time reader. In fact, I used to get so absorbed in books that I would read through whole dinners with my family and they had trouble getting my attention. So, eventually (and I think we may have been the only home in America like this) they made a rule that I could not bring a book to the table. What a nerd.
But, actually, maybe not.
Imagination. Concentration. Empathy. Focus. I learned as a child that this was what absorbed and interested me. The world comes alive and unfolds around the reader. The reader comes alive and absorbs the story. The reader becomes alive.
The reader becomes the character, lives for them, fights for them, defends them against their enemies, wants so badly for them to finally get what they want.
It should come as no surprise that I became an actor. The physical embodiment of what makes me feel alive. No surprise at all. Becoming alive anew every day. What could possibly be a better way to live?
I’ve recently begun researching/creating/writing two new projects for myself to act in that excite me and energize my creative fire. It’s an effort. It’s a bit daunting. But my imagination will not let me quit. I am feeling alive when I work on it.
So I begin.
Starting with page one.
Laurindo Feliciano. Compendium.
