Tuesday’s master class left me physically and virtually drained, and the subsequent feedback delivered an emotional blow. Yet, in the aftermath, there’s a curious resemblance to a contrast shower—it’s jolting but ultimately invigorating. My personal mantra in such moments: resist the urge to act impulsively under the weight of negativity. Instead, grant yourself the gift of time. Step back, breathe, then move forward deliberately.

Oddly, the critique I received felt more like anti-feedback, yet it sparked a flurry of ideas. While I’ve discerned what paths to avoid, the route ahead remains obscured. My passion for theatricality and staging—manipulating space, crafting narratives, and absorbing feedback—remains steadfast. It’s a journey of exploration, and though the destination is uncertain, the thrill lies in the process of discovery.

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