My greatest fear was that my audience would not pity Antigone because she would seem to harsh, too strong and too defiant. So what I tried to do was to tone her down, make her plead with the chorus more and make her seem more 'human' by portraying her more as a woman who fears death and is trying to reason her way out of it.
But then at my 1st consult with Miss N after the assesment, i realized that i didnt have a climax! What a crime that was in Greek tragedy and in a monologue! My intensity kept varying, following a roller coaster of ups and downs; and that was not working to my advantage. She told me to play up the dispair to get sympathy, up till the point of the climax. I know it seems dumb but it never occured to me to do that because I always played this formulae in my head pleading for mercy=soft 'feel sorry for me' voice.
So now the new Antigone will be much more intese, staying true to Greek tradition; and there will be a climax! There is only one point which will lead to an increase in energy and from there it will only go higher. The line that goes "Never had i been a mother of children"
Another thing that i managed to get rid of is the unsightly awakward habit my character has of kneeling or sitting on the ground. Now at the new high intensity level i have no motivation to sit down. AND, a great suggestion was a imagine that my family members appear to me as ghosts instead of having to look at the ground and somehow imagine their skeleton's underground. That helps to make it more real as her emotions run so high that she imagines her family around her, their prescence has never left her since their death, thats how close she is to them and shows how she is unable to let go of them, much less their memory.
New thing! Is the emotion of JOY in my monologue. When I see my mum, dad and bro, there is a new sense of happiness and calm that Antigone feels. That gives her more layers and shows off the love she has for her family members.
V IMP change of staging. Now the tomb wil be behind me not to my left, which kind of makes it seem that its hauting me, looming behind me, ready to engulf me. Chorus will be split on my right and left; makes it seem as if everyone aroud her is against her, makes her seem more trapped. Creon remains on my right, downstage, a little furthur off than the chorus.
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