Things have been tough lately. But my vision's are clear. I've been having such good auditions lately so I've been able to creatively put it somewhere. There's an indie feature I went out for about spies, really dark. My favorite. There was also a pilot yesterday for an NBC single camera comedy. I think that would be so beautiful if I got a gig for NBC considering my XX works for them. How ironic that could be. But I'm not in the mood to be reminded of such at the moment for I am doing excellent and would love to stay that way. I am not my former. I am not made from scraps of other's interesting parts. I am me and I'm feeling it more and more everyday. Carrying on and getting along just fine after all this time of being angry. I will admit I am angry. And I have much to feel angry about. But instead now of hiding it in a soup can, I decide to keep it and feel it in full strength, until it goes away, until it teaches me what I need to know. Until it all makes sense. I am really getting to understand and know my family better. I'm much closer with them now. It took time. They waited for me. They said they didn't recognize me then, that I acted so cold. Disconnected. And the sad part is that they are right. I made that group more important than my own family. That's the reality with extreme religious groups, no matter how perfect their smile. I am reunited with my own intuition. And I appreciate it that I can look at myself thru my own set of eyes now. Not judge from the way someone else see's me and cater to that. Too much acting. Am I saying too much? Maybe, if you figure out what I'm talking about. But I feel no need to please anymore. I realize when you disagree and ask questions, you will never be liked. When you want proof instead of just accepting, you are a problem and will be disposed of. The shut down of individuality, the beginning of using a group mind. When you refuse to believe that we're put on Earth by aliens, your friends stop returning your phone calls. Only now am I aware that I was accidentally let out of my bird cage. Well guess what? I'm gonna sing......sing.......sing.
I was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. The sweet South. I always wanted to be an actress but it was poetry and short stories where I hid out most of the time. At 14 my Ma found my diary and wasn't too happy with it's contents so I learned to write in code, creating a different layer beneath the surface. I moved west to Los Angeles at 19 to pursue acting and by the next year was on my first movie set. It was director Kevin Smith who gave me my first few roles and coincidentally my twins and him have the same birthday. That same year I was gifted with a diary and began to accompany photographs from my everyday life to add something more visual to the writing. After a while it formed into a life of it's own and I then began studying photography seriously. These diary's evolved into a set of mini books which were hand bound and sewn together, signed and numbered. The themes were always different and very personal, as all of my work has been and continues to be. It's mostly been the people I've known and worked with that's influenced me most and contained the lessons within. My art pieces have always been very autobiographical. This blog is a continuation on that theme.