A little over a month ago I found out I'd won one of the inaugural scholarships for 12 weeks of study at the Beverly Hills Playhouse, & I've been embroiled in scene study there ever since. Super excited to spend my summer working on my craft & hanging out with one of the best, most supportive communities of artists I've had the pleasure to know. I put up my first scene last night & had a great time, learned a lot, & have ideas on what to work on for my future scenes. It's exciting to be in a space where everyone is learning, & making mistakes, & figuring things out, & thriving. A nice way to transition to life after graduate school!
There are several other things a-brewin' for me this summer, so stay tuned! :)
07 July 2016
11 June 2016
everybody loves a blooper
4B Bloopers from Natalie Raymond on Vimeo.
Enjoy some tasty antics & outtakes from my directorial debut short film, 4B!
more info about the film: natalieraymond.com/4bfilm
25 May 2016
post graduate life:
reading books, writing poems, working, watching netflix, journaling, going on long walks, meeting up with friends, laughing, making new friends, texting, making plans.
here's a poem I wrote:
cocooned as I was
in delicate orange sheets
I barely remembered
the heat of the stars
here's a poem I wrote:
cocooned as I was
in delicate orange sheets
I barely remembered
the heat of the stars
04 May 2016
idols
all our idols
are dead
their lean muscles curved
in on themselves like too long
fingernails beckoning
us to the stage made
of bones & blood sacks
our awakening
our funerary pyre
are dead
their lean muscles curved
in on themselves like too long
fingernails beckoning
us to the stage made
of bones & blood sacks
our awakening
our funerary pyre
11 April 2016
02 April 2016
night
Have been enjoying my time at AWP the past couple of days. Starting to feel, once again, that poetry is crucial. That sensation has been absent from me for some time.
In honour of national poetry month & AWP's final day I wrote a poem as I was exiting the subway last night...
taking the subway after sunset
I walk out into the night
my toes—
curled under my weight
like tubes of hot glass,
orange & oblong,
spinning at the end
of rebar bones
In honour of national poetry month & AWP's final day I wrote a poem as I was exiting the subway last night...
taking the subway after sunset
I walk out into the night
my toes—
curled under my weight
like tubes of hot glass,
orange & oblong,
spinning at the end
of rebar bones
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