On Resilience – and the Stories We Tell Ourselves

It’s Christmas show season again. My feed is full of rehearsal shots, first-day selfies, opening-week buzz. New beginnings everywhere you look. But not me. Not this year. This year, I went up for five Christmas shows and I didn’t get any of them. One, I met every single criteria in the job description – but I didn’t even get an interview. One went to a local artist – fair enough but there ARE no local producing theatre opportunities where IRead more

In Praise of the Portfolio Artist

(Or: Why “I Haven’t Got Any Work” Is a Lie I Keep Telling Myself) This week, my mum asked why we haven’t been asking her for much childcare lately. And without thinking, I replied: “It’s because I haven’t got any work.” Which is – of course – a lie. The truth is, unless I deliberately carve space, I work every day. Not always glamorously, not always healthily – but constantly. And the strange thing is, I almost didn’t notice. (WhereRead more