The Audience

This is part of a poem I learned in drama school referring to the audience, they’re the reason acting exists after all, and I’ve never resonated with a poem truer that the one bellow. “The Big Black Giant who looks and listens with thousands of eyes and ears,  A big black mass of love and pity and troubles and hope and fears,  And every night the mixture’s…


No, I’m not talking about that itch. I’m talking about the “acting Itch”. So strong and palpable it’s difficult to ignore. My first taste of acting was a course at NIDA in Sydney, one day a week for 6 weeks. At the time I had no idea what I was doing or if I would even like it….