Improv improves life. Every week I get a therapeutic level of laughter in the first 10 minutes and it just goes on for hours. I may not prefer to roll on the floor as the human prop as the Ocean, but I could take that on. The possibilities are limitless.
Like I tell my sister and my therapist, Improv is like 2nd grade or 3rd, before cliques and serious crushes. Mostly everyone was invited to a birthday party then. We play games together involving running, moving and being it. When is the last time you did the hokey pokey? And we did it again in NIA! Hokey Pokey 2x in a month!?!
Every week I am surprised. I hear the game and think the instructor is kidding. But he is not kidding that I woud stay still and let another person move my body while I speak a scene with another person speaking a scene while being moved by someone … and the scene is “secret agent” or “farm.” Or the game is he said she said: I talk, give stage direction to scene mate, scene mate talks, gives scene direction to me. Wait, is that a game? Here are the secrets but they only work when you do them http://www.unexpectedproductions.org/living_playbook.htm
It is deconstruction! In action! What is will? What is a prop? What is story?
The array of ways to say yes or no is infinite.
It is light and deep. It is sponaneous. It is storytelling. Improv is a fleeting essence of living.
