Hole Series: Post-production blues

Filming for Hole in the Wall is over and I’m caught in the grip of post-production blues.

I am relieved that I can finally take a break after seven extremely exhausting days of filming, but I also feel lost, not being able to step back into the world I have been living in for the past week.

I feel like a wandering ghost trapped in a strange plane of existence, not knowing where to go and not really belonging anywhere.

This feeling will pass, of course. Especially since I only have one day in which to rest and feel melancholic being going back to day job reality tomorrow.

In the meantime, I have re-activated my EQ2 account. =D

I will start posting up production photos over the next few weeks once I receive them from my co-star Edric Hsu.

I found out over the course of filming that Edric was trained in photography and he takes really great photos. I think he took like 2,000 pictures over the week and I mean literally.

He has also very generously agreed to give us all a copy of all the pictures, so I left my camera sitting in my bag all week and just let him take all the pictures. Heheh.

Well, watch this space, then. I won’t be blogging every day since I still have about another month left in my day job and there’s also EQ2, but I’ll try to post something up once every few days.

It’s been an awesome shoot and I can’t wait to talk about it!

Hole Series: Adrenaline rush

Filming hasn’t even started for Hole in the Wall and already I’m dreading the end.

This is one short film that’s uncharacteristically demanding in terms of pre-production preparation, but I’m loving every moment of it. Rehearsals, costume fittings, styling, research, dance practice.

But because it’s so involving, I predict the aftermath will be all the more unbearable. Many actors know the feeling of abject loss and emptiness following the end of an acting project. The longer and more involved one is in the project, the worse the effect.

I suppose it’s something like what druggies term the “crash” after the “high”. Or something like what a person who gets dumped might go through.

It’s a horrible feeling.

You live in a totally fantastic world for a period of a month to a year, depending on what kind of project it is. You fall in love with the people around you, the sets, the story, everything. And then, one day, it just ends. Everything you hold dear is wrenched away from you, and your loved ones walk away from you forever.

Terrible, terrible.

And then you start craving more. MORE. MORE!

But why am I even thinking all this? Duh.

Let me enjoy the high first and later will take care of itself. I suppose.