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Bedazzled in my shimmery orange leotard and wriggling with kindergarten-joy, I dove into acting as a rainbow trout in Pearl: An Underwater Adventure (a rather thematically confounding operetta, if my memory serves). As I waddled between PTA-assembled curtains with my fellow fish-friends, I fell hard for Life on the Stage.
Trained at U.Va. and subsequently at RADA, I'm awestruck by the simultaneously silly and profound magnetism of acting, an art form in which we wear funny clothes and pretend to be people who don't exist, all with an earnestness rivaled only by kindergarteners crafting a New Social Order that heavily features earthworms. Somehow, this artistry changes minds, encouraging societal and personal self-examination in a way that essays, critical theories, and mathematical formulae often fail to do (no matter how many impeccably-worded paragraphs or funkalicious graphs on the page).
Acting is storytelling at its finest - inspiring empathy, collaboration, and human relatedness. I love being a part of it.