Another one lost – Week Three

Todays presentation was on Spaudling Grey; a performer who captivates his audience so strangely and so intelligently. Here we have a man who can mix in jokes about living in new York and his mothers suicide; I want to be Spaulding Grey.
The intense stare, minimal set and perfect timing and accuracy of his material made me somewhat captivated by his stage presence, an often even a little scared.
Is he dark, funny, bitter, putting a light hearted twist on the world? I think all of them.
He has this certain element of intimacy without even touching his audience. He does not need to be cut open like Marina, he does not need to touch you like Adrian; because, in a way, he does still do both these things purely through text and voice.
I’d found the style inspiration I was looking for, I wanted it to be me. My text. My words. My stage. Me.