When reality and make belief collide they create a fantastic cocktail of art that is relatable and also can make you think critically, that can challenge you, that is emotionally stimulating and exciting.

In regards to real life, to us a as people we perform a similar collision. Beneath the surface of a lot people is their true reality. And what they show us is a facade and we see and belief in what we have been given.

If art is a form of expression but the unreal masquerades as the real to almost be deceptive... How do you respond to expressions of lies?

One of the scariest things about theatre is claiming that your thoughts have merit: that they are of worth and worth knowing for that brief moment. The sort of saying that what you said is of such value that after sharing it people should partake by either witnessing or even at its most horrific: engaging with it.
 
Such a fear I have of cultivating pride that I have developed an acute inferiority to my own creativity and the power I think that I can possess. I feel so small and insignificant which is a dangerous thought for any human being to have, because it is an infectious disease that targets your most wonderful qualities and skills, for example your creativity. Its symptoms include paralysis – either of the mind, thus stopping you from imagining in the first place, normally through fear – or paralysis of the will so that once you have created something from your inner parts you can never bring yourself to share it with anyone…Sometimes not even yourself for fear of indulgence.
 
I have discovered that although I will always be small physically, I am not a small person because we were each created ourselves to have a unique presence. And which we all do. That alone is captivating and I can spend all day enjoying the beauty of other people’s presences. However my being does not stop there.
 
Why would one consider their creations to always be relevant to their beings instead of two separate entities?