An inner monologue

It is strange how an editing filter starts operating the moment I start to write down things. Good theatre, like good writing makes visible the inner monologue, thus becoming a mirror that allows a collective engagement with inner movements. The price that an actor (or a writer) must pay is to offer her or his own inner self to the scrutiny of the collective eye. Should this spectacle contain the light of a hard-won truth, the audience goes back renewed or even transformed - this is the reward for the actor who dares to appear on stage, bereft of the masks that we shield our selves with.

Clearly it is theatre-actor- unlike the cinema-actor who has the protective distance of the camera and editing who undertakes a far-more arduous venture. And on a day on which the inner monologues of the writer, the director, and the audience come close enough for synapses - sparks can fly!