Tiny Actors--You Could Put Them Almost Anywhere

These are little actors. They are really amazingly small.











Here, they stretch.











Here I have put a penny into the picture so you can see how small they actually are. Nothing in this photo is in focus, but you get the idea. This is a metaphor for early rehearsals. Nothing is focused, but I tell myself they are getting the bigger picture.






Sword play.






Cut. Parry. Move your feet. Now exchange. And again. Now do it in front of the group. No, it's alright, everybody falls apart in front of an audience. Let's do it again.










Today I assigned fight partners. Today we decided who lives and who dies and who will carry the dead from the field named for the castle that stood hard by. Agincourt, they called it.








The French court. The English were excused today after fight training. Only Exeter remained to deliver Henry's message of scorn, defiance, slight regard and contempt. Photo taken by Chorus, who had to hang around to give the French their cues.







Reading. Reading lines. Trying to understand the push, the passion, the movement of this story. Is this before the traitor scene? Am I English in this scene? Is my other character dead? Are we going to do it again?!? Trying to wait for your line. Trying to pay attention. Trying to stay awake.











Good work, tiny, shiny-bright people. Memorize. See you after vacation.