Our improv group has this beautiful thing where we create scenes about mundane moments of loss - saying goodbye to a favorite coffee mug, a plant that won't bloom, the last day of wearing a beloved but worn-out sweater - but lately we're all performing 'sadness' instead of actually feeling the gentle melancholy that used to make these scenes so real and funny. We've become actors in our own authentic practice.
More people experience this than they realize.
The moment you try to manufacture the very spontaneity that made something beautiful, you've already lost it.
“Where Are You with Japanese aesthetic play — mono no aware in comedy?”
Peri can explain why this happens, help you decide if this is the right situation for you, and point toward the right journey or coach.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.