We live in a quick-fix society where we need instant gratification for everything. Too fat? Get lipo-sucked. Stringy hair? Glue on extensions. Wrinkles and lines? Head to the beauty shop for a pot of the latest miracle skin stuff. It’s all a beautiful ú1 billion con foisted upon insecure women by canny cosmetic conglomerates.
I accidentally entered a youth pageant when I was 14. That’s like a beauty pageant, but without the beauty. It was terrible.
My beauty icons are women whose images are self-created.
What is beauty, anyway? It’s more than something pleasant looking. If it doesn’t stop us in our tracks and make us unable to move for a moment, unable to put into words what’s closing off the breath in our throats, then maybe it’s pretty, but it probably isn’t beauty.
It is not sufficient to see and to know the beauty of a work. We must feel and be affected by it.
While traveling around the world, I’ve had the opportunity to work with every living beauty icon. I’ve learned to appreciate idiosyncrasy. The fact is, there is really no such thing as ‘normal’ – everybody’s different, and that is the essence of their beauty.
The beauty of voice-over work is that maybe you come in and record once every two weeks for a couple of hours and do a couple episodes a session. It’s awesome! You spend an afternoon playing in the booth, and there you have it. It doesn’t interfere with much.