There have been two buds a budding. One is a feature film booking, in which I’ll be playing a major supporting role filming this July. It’s a pychological thriller with a wonderful group of artists…can’t wait to play with them all.
The second is a commercial booking shooting soon. Good times! More on that to come.
Hello and yikes! I can’t believe we’re on the verge of June. So far this year feels like one of those picture flip books that you thumb through and the moving images pass by so quickly, it leaves you with a sweet ache. Ah……
In acting news, a film I worked on is making the festival rounds with great success. Congrats, Happy Hunting! And of course, it’s so great that Colony was renewed for a third season. Well-deserved and it’s going to be very interesting to see how the story unfolds.
Otherwise, earlier in the year I acted in a couple of short films with some wonderful actors and promising young AFI directors. I also made a representation change and now have a new commercial agent, which has been super cool. It’s been so fun going out on those auditions.
And finally, most recently, I’ve been singing again. It feels good, and I hope to post more about that in the near future.
I hope this finds you well. I truly appreciate your interest and support and I hope your May has been flowering the most dazzling blooms…
The next few days mark the entry of “Waiting for You” into the North American film festival circuit (it was part of the Cannes shorts corner just recently). It’s an unusual film for a number of reasons. One thing I’ve been thinking about recently is its central relationship: father and daughter. Especially with Father’s Day coming in June, it occured to me that we don’t commonly observe this relationship in the cinema, at least in the United States. Actually, that’s one of things that initially attracted me to this project. If this subject matter feels meaningful to you for any reason, do consider following the journey of this tender and poetic short film. And if you are in Los Angeles and can make it this Monday at 5pm, do come on by to the acclaimed and “defiantly independent” Dances with Films festival for the showing of “Waiting for You” and five other noteworthy films.
Reflecting on the year biz-wise so far, I have three projects in various states of completion: one is in post-production, one will be screened next month, and one is in pre-production.
As excited as I am to be a part of them all, these in betweeny moments can feel unsettling. I realize that this restlessness is something I share about a lot–and I know I’ve posted this sketch before. I drew it a few years back, and it almost feels prophetic (I imagine it will continue to be relevant….those in-between-spaces are much of the fabric of life, yes?).
Looking at the image now, though, the cool thing is that can see progress: there have been undeniable strides, but since I am still, em, alive, there now are all these new unknown spaces to befriend and many more courageous steps to be taken. One at time, I tell myself. Hush and flow. All is a blessing.
I wish you all a glorious spring, with steps that make your spirits soar.
Arizona was a recent destination for work and play. The work part included a photography shoot in Yavapai County, Arizona, and the play part involved staying with a dear friend I hadn’t seen in years. (By the way, in case you’re wondering, Prescott’s second syllable rhymes with the latter part of the word biscuit. True story.)
It turned out to be a daylong drive with two stops, one in the ironically named Desert Center (it’s in the center of nothing as opposed to being a center of some sort of activity with, maybe, a gas station? as I had hoped), and the second, in the even more ironically called Blythe, California. None too blithesome as far as I could tell, but then again, it was 111 degrees. I will say that the gentleman earnestly doing Tai Chi inside the Starbucks at Blythe did make me smile. I don’t understand why I don’t see that more often at my local Starbucks in LA. But I digress.
Prescott was green and hilly with wide streets and nostalgic brick buildings including the famous Whisky Row of numerous saloons. My friend and I had six years of life to catch up on and dug right in. When Lori discovered I hadn’t ever been to Sedona or the neighboring town Jerome, a fascinating former mining town with ghostly and artsy trappings, she drove us there the next day. We rambled, ate, talked, and hiked around the famous Bell Rock Vortex.
The photo shoot was the following day and it turned out to be its own mystical adventure, complete with face paint, feathers and sage.
The journey back was easier, though driving west on the 10 freeway toward the painstakingly slow setting sun is not something I would recommend…take note! After all, I am glad to be back in Los Angeles, glad to return home to my husband and life here. And I’m grateful for my safe trip of fellowship, adventure and art-making.