an introduction:
It’s a quiet afternoon at home in my early school years. My poor mom is creeping down the hallway, heart in her throat. She hears Gabriella at the other end talking with two strange men. And she bursts in to finds me alone - mid-argument with my reflection.
We had one of those medicine cabinets with three paneled mirrors and I was deep into acting out alternate movie endings of something I’d seen, and obviously each of the reflections played a different character, and I was doing my best to give them respectable vocal performances.
I spent hours as a kid acting out characters, feeling what they felt, groping through my imagination to clarify them and exploring stories with them. When my siblings were around the experimentation got wilder. The stories turned into unhinged comedic performance art. I have loved the company of other people better than anything, and if I could hold their attention against a Nintendo DS or their friends I was happy.
Today, I am based out of Brooklyn where I continue to act and direct, and remain endlessly fascinated by people, story structure, and works that experiment with form and style.
P.S. The last time I went home my oldest sibling asked if I remember that story I told about the marshmallow people (told isn’t the quite right verb - there was a lot of jumping off the couch and rolling around, and voices, and laughing, and maybe costumes?) And I wasn’t so excited that I moved to add it to my resume, but I want you, dear reader, to know that according to several eyewitnesses it was as awesome as I remember it.