I felt an insatiable desire to find it…or for him to find me.
I think about the first days in New York, the intense cold weather, the loneliness of that desolate room in Brooklyn and the idea of beginning something new. Somehow it meant my birth as a storyteller, though I wasn’t aware of it until several years later.
During the time I spent in New York, I worked as a busboy, kitchen boy, babysitter, kit man and ironed the dance clothes for a Flamenco group, and as an actor in the Latin company of Theatre “Repertorio Español”. In theory, the reason why I’d gone there and the only thing for which I wasn’t paid. It was a time for wishing, for crying and to be astonished; for not understand anything, for working hard and wondering every day what the hell I was doing there.
When summer came, I decided I would move to Los Angeles to work as an actor, which was what I had been trained as in Madrid and the reason to achieve success. But before I wanted to fulfil something that had been one of my dreams since I was little: meet the Indians..
When I came back to Los Angeles nothing was the same, I had a novel and calm sensation inside of me, it was pleasant, special. Soon, I discovered I wasn’t going to work as an actor in Hollywood and, at almost the same time, I realized I barely cared; something had changed. The first day I went to Venice Beach, its brutal and depraved energy trapped me. With the money I left I bought a camper from 1975, and I decided that was going to be my home. Close to the homeless, damned artists, and those who live their own madness. During one and a half years I found out what spending hours without a watch is like; I slept in the street with Malaki, I played djembé with Vietnam veterans, I had a crazy Chilean brother, I pursued without success making love to the Princess Lala, so…I lived.
Another year had gone by since I left Venice and I felt like going home. I craved to see my people, the place where I grew up – I needed to go back. After a while trying to find myself in Spain, I started to feel the desire to tell stories, my own stories and others’ stories,… and I found in my environment, my concerns, my initial experience as an actor and a constant training, a way to do it through the script writing and the film direction… and of course I’ve always felt that same yearning.
Fobia Social / Eduardo Casanova
Barakha Producciones / Enrique Leal
- Leonardo da Vinci -