I Don't Know Where I'm Going
Wow, a downpour. The heaviest rain I've ridden through since I traded in the leathers (worn for years, used once ;), for an Aerostitch suit. It is water resistant, and surprisingly kept me drier on a ten or fifteen mile freeway commute than the leathers. Last night was much nicer, even if it did smell of leather inside my helmet.
Neutral Mask started yesterday. It was amazing. There was a bit of a build-up before we put on the masks, part learning respect for them and part making the experience heightened. I felt like we were being marketed to, but didn't mind. David and Mark from last year's Meisner Progression are in the class too, and I saw a subtle something in them with the masks on which struck me as a subtle indefinable difference from anything I saw them do in all our intensive time together.
We learned of the design and making of the masks, how to handle them, and what to do to avoid eyelash rub, or burn as he called it. One of the instructors (Dave Taft) teaches mask at Cornish and he is excited to be teaching the class at Freehold, where the class period is longer and dedicated solely to mask.
After the introductions, guidelines, and build up we picked a mask and studied it, and "shoed" it. Step in the wings, or face away from the audience, hold the mask and lower your face to the mask, slipping the strap around the head. They are the masks used at Cornish as well, making them well used and cared for. The first thing I really noticed was the leather smell. We simply looked, exploring our vision, the mask, and our physical selves very slowly. Then we moved around slowly taking in and letting ourselves be drawn or pulled by the space.
The leather smell dropped from my conscious awareness immediately (thank the stars), though I found it stayed with me when I put on the motorcycle helmet, and again this morning when I washed my face.
My attention in the mask was like that of a kid. I'd get interested in the gap on top of a door and never make it there, getting interested in something else. The impression which stayed with me was a feeling of being hidden and protected by the mask, while at the same time feeling very vulnerable. I'm to explore the counter-point.
I am looking forward to the class. Not sure where we're going, by design, but looking forward to seeing where Dave and George will take us.
Neutral Mask started yesterday. It was amazing. There was a bit of a build-up before we put on the masks, part learning respect for them and part making the experience heightened. I felt like we were being marketed to, but didn't mind. David and Mark from last year's Meisner Progression are in the class too, and I saw a subtle something in them with the masks on which struck me as a subtle indefinable difference from anything I saw them do in all our intensive time together.
We learned of the design and making of the masks, how to handle them, and what to do to avoid eyelash rub, or burn as he called it. One of the instructors (Dave Taft) teaches mask at Cornish and he is excited to be teaching the class at Freehold, where the class period is longer and dedicated solely to mask.
After the introductions, guidelines, and build up we picked a mask and studied it, and "shoed" it. Step in the wings, or face away from the audience, hold the mask and lower your face to the mask, slipping the strap around the head. They are the masks used at Cornish as well, making them well used and cared for. The first thing I really noticed was the leather smell. We simply looked, exploring our vision, the mask, and our physical selves very slowly. Then we moved around slowly taking in and letting ourselves be drawn or pulled by the space.
The leather smell dropped from my conscious awareness immediately (thank the stars), though I found it stayed with me when I put on the motorcycle helmet, and again this morning when I washed my face.
My attention in the mask was like that of a kid. I'd get interested in the gap on top of a door and never make it there, getting interested in something else. The impression which stayed with me was a feeling of being hidden and protected by the mask, while at the same time feeling very vulnerable. I'm to explore the counter-point.
I am looking forward to the class. Not sure where we're going, by design, but looking forward to seeing where Dave and George will take us.
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