Spent my hangover today making these for all the amazing people who donated to help pay tuition fees. Whose gonna get one? :)

Happy Sunday x

Our Russian Movement teacher likes to remind us whilst holding what is an attempt at a split for 5 minutes. 

3 weeks into drama school and I feel so wonderful. I feel more confident and excited than I have done in 3 years. I feel alive and awake and like my past is at last just that, and I am still a good person, talented and unique. My fears and self judgements are not. Everyone does it regardless "I've no experience" "the teacher slated me" " I don't know what I'm doing". Or in my case I know what I'm doing just scarred by an industry that can tear you apart for being yourself and theres no one to argue with about it except yourself. I finally feel liberated of my self doubts. I believe I will be better than what I am and I deserve my place at central to try and achieve that.

I'm waffling.

That's all us artists do.

Because that's what and who we are and I personally will never try to convince myself otherwise, ever again.

I will be waffling for the rest of my life.

On a more practical note, 3 weeks has involved some of the following:
Playing with a shoe
Kissing knees
Dirty dancing lifts
Living sculptures
Double rums
Shakespeare ignited
Becoming tobacco

I'll let you make of that what you will
Our Shakespeare teacher is ridiculously knowledgeable and passionate. He is demanding and makes you feel as though you cant find the switch to where your brain should be and on the rare occasion when you do its like you have won an mini, personal Oscar. 

He scares the shit out of me.

Bring on the next lesson.