I read an article in The Village Voice about the Richard Foreman play that Willem Dafoe is starring in. This one bit about their director-performer relationship struck me:
Foreman says of working with Dafoe: “It was very easy then. It’s very easy now.” But Dafoe notes changes in their mutual dynamic. “I feel a lot of respect from him now,” he says. “It emboldens me.” Rehearsal may have actually rendered Dafoe too bold. “I’m feeling very engaged—in fact, I’m feeling overstimulated,” he says. “I find myself being very obnoxious in the room and having fun and not censoring myself—I’m like a big, spoiled kid.”
That state of overstimulation that Dafoe describes–it really needs its own word. It’s such an interesting state. It’s a wonderful place to be–to become so comfortable with the people you’re working with, especially in a creative environment, that you hold nothing back. I think silliness often requires a lot of support. I love the way Dafoe talks about it because he makes light of how after the fact, once you’ve come down from this creative, carefree high, you feel sort of guilty and ridiculous. That you got carried away and maybe not everyone around you felt that.
I need more of that state of overstimulation without a name. Thanks for bringing this to my attention, Willem. I owe you one.