ABSTRACT
An aura of mystery and respect, which irritates me at times, is fashioned around an actress’s way of thinking. This terra incognita becomes a mirage that blinds those who observe it. I sense that occasionally my presence in a performance fills with magic and that this happens quite independently of the constant level of professionalism I demand of myself. It is a magic that I cannot control. It is this kind of magic that causes the mirages.
