Risa Bramon Garcia

I love that these clips were posted together here – from our little romp, 200 cigarettes! I hope that your NYE was less disappointing than our 200 cigarettes characters on their last night of 1981, but equally satisfying the next morning… Happy 2014! NYE ADVICE FROM DAVE CHAPPELLE, PAUL RUDD, COURTNEY LOVE… 200 CIGARETTES HERE HARVEY […]

Becoming Diamonds: An actor, Rick Foley, posted this on Facebook, and it resonates: “I’ve had many up & down times since moving to L.A. to pursue an acting career. Even though we can’t always see the light at the end of the frequent “tunnels” & even though sh** seems hopeless…. these “down times” have a purpose. […]

A talented actor or other such artist who’s recently grabbed my attention: MAC FYFE is an actor who I had the pleasure of directing in Canada in The Con Artist, a feature film.  He walked into the room to read for the role of Dean and he owned it (after a rather frustrating day of […]

Anna Magnani in The Fugitive Kind (written by Tennessee Williams, directed by Sidney Lumet) What is acting anyway? We think we have to show ourselves and that’s true, we do. But trusting that the “showing” can be simply revealing is the challenge. It’s a longer discussion but plainly said, to me, it’s a human being experiencing […]

“to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.” – e.e. cummings As 2011 became 2012 loads of ‘end of the year’ and ‘new year’ writings materialized […]

I wrote this article is for Brains of Minerva in August 2010, one of my favorite sites. I want to share it as it’s something, in reflection, I strongly believe: Read below or Article: What is it about what we do that we love? What makes us do this thing? This acting thing. How much is it artistry? How […]

I’ve never really gotten this Thanksgiving day thing… as a Canadian I wasn’t raised with it and it always seemed forced and obligatory.  Yesterday I was dreading it – ritual and consumption without meaning.  But this morning I woke very early, slipped outside into the quiet of daybreak, and breathed in the expectant air of […]