In one of my student scenes today, once the actors finished their lines and/or had been killed off, they started fucking around. They threw their paper swords at each other, pretended to cut each other’s throats. It’s such a curious lack of awareness of the eyes on you. They seemed surprised we could see them. Sometimes we think that if we don’t want people to see us we are somehow invisible.
With my students, I think, there are many among them who are used to not being seen at all. They have an invisible status at home and so can sometimes be unclear that their voices and movements and choices have an impact on other people.