Going over my part in Clay Cart. I’m remembering some lessons I learned some years ago; or rather ways of looking at text; which I had abandoned; simple approaches that have taken on newer meanings; I’m sure because of the last few days of creative thinking. The images seem to have a fuller life to me; that I can not only “see” the author’s intentions more clearly; but touch, taste, smell, feel them more completely. And it occurs to me that the text really is the “skeleton” on which the actor builds the “body” of the character. It’s funny, because all of these recent discoveries I have thought of, tried to implement before; but eventually discarded them for something else; but time and experience have given them renewed meaning. It’s not coming round to the same spot on a circle but to a similar spot on an upward spiral.