I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

II, ii

without a doubt hands down the best play ever written. After all these years of exploring and studying it, it still blows my mind. every. single. time.

Presenting to you the next generation of storytellers for your general entertainment, education, and enlightenment. They're pretty adorable, huh? While I was out in Denver shooting the National Theatre Conservatory, CorePower Yoga, the Denver Center Theatre Company, and a bunch of headshots, I snuck in for a day to the Denver Center Theatre Academy and spent some time marveling at the birth of the new storytelling generation. It's really something... so free of inhibition, always saying "yes, and," and so OK with just sitting there, smiling, and picking their collective noses. 

'Cause after all, what's life without a few good nose picks every now and again :] It's a lot less flavorful. That's what I say.

the most beautiful story of First Stages [click me!]

seek the joy

eric