A long road- Day Three

J.Ed Araiza's picture

original entry July 24, 2014

Day Three:

It’s been a long road.

Persians Diary August 9th, 2014 (Posted On behalf of Emily Spalding)

Leon Ingulsrud's picture

It’s a hot, sunny Sunday morning here in LA.  My favorite kind of morning…just me, my dog and a cup of extra strong coffee.

Yesterday marked the end of our third week of Persians rehearsals at the Getty Villa. While we reverted to a six hour schedule yesterday, the day felt extra long at the end of a long week.  Long, I think, because we’ve reached a pivotal moment in our process. The proverbial rubber hit the road this week.  The work we have been doing to get the numerous specials of our play into our bodies has begun to pay off.

Persians Diary August 8, 2014

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So much of what we do is about building routines. 

Of course we have “routines” that we perform on stage, but more importantly at this point in the process are the countless routines that evolve around the daily repetition of our schedule. How we navigate our preparation in the morning and getting to the cars and driving up to the Getty Villa and going through security. And then the routine of the work day itself and the getting home and the night-time routines of unwinding and studying and reflection and distraction. And we will do this for weeks, parsing out our energy and trying to find the best ways to bring our best selves to the problems at hand. 

PERSIANS journal for Thursday, August 7

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At the last part of the rehearsal, we experimented the entrance of Messenger. With Emily’s brilliant idea, we ran around holding the edge of huge fabric which is hung from the top of balcony. Filled with the wind, it looked like the sails of boats, or restless waves, or the deep breathing of the museum building.
It was another inspiring day.

Persians journal for August 5, 2014 Getty Villa

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Just last night I was doing some investigation into the whens and whichones of the Marathon battle, and the Thermopolae battle, and the Salamis battle  (Think of the new movie The 300).  It’s really confusing for me to hold in mind, but one thing I did read about Marathon and about the current wars is that they probably happened on or around TODAY.  Yes, some of the posited dates are August 5 and August 6.  (Maybe that’s why my legs are so tired today.)

Persians Diary week 2 August 2 Getty Villa

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Now week two and rain at night, so strange – – – u – u – u –

Emily Spalding's Persian's Journal post for July 30 2014.

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Greetings to all from the Oakwood Marina Del Rey!

While I have lived in LA for several years now, my move to the west side last Sunday felt like a big one…a significant and scary and exciting moment…the kind I’d like to freeze in time and keep in a jar.

Persians Diary July 29, 2014

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This last weekend I had the distinct and singular honor of officiating at the wedding of SITI Company’s beloved Vanessa Sparling’s wedding. I missed rehearsal on Saturday to fly up to Monterey Bay/Carmel by the Sea to say words and sign documents that add up to the official, legal part of Vanessa and Miguel being married. It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was an honor. It was a joy. It was a trip. The two of them wrote vows that blew the top off the whole place.

PERSIANS journal for Monday, July 29 @Getty Villa

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Last evening, I wandered  around the beach mumbling some Greek language with a small paper in my hand. Unusual gestures and faces happened to me occasionally.

GettY Villa Diary PERSIANS Day 2 July 22, 2014

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There is something of the divine, its like touching into something of the divine working at the Getty Villa. For an actor at least. And so making an ancient play is an evocation of sorts. The tasks are no longer pouring honey and oil in libation to contact the powers over heaven and earth. Our tasks rather take the form of simpler things, practical, necessary. But they are to evoke the things that have power over our world nonetheless. Our imaginations.

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