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1990
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WHO IS MAX?
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Every person born to this world is burdened with a purpose. This purpose is gently whispered to them throughout their lifetime, where they have the choice to embrace it, or politely ignore it. Max was different. She was not born into a world of whispers and hush words. She was not filled with quiet thoughts or a graceful disposition. I can assure you she never heard the delicate sibilation of sweet guidance. Instead, she had awoken to a bespoke mosaic of conflicting sounds that had her chasing after faded echoes for decades.
It became clear in her youngest years that she thrived in the spotlight, growing and excelling at the epicenter of acclamation. She found herself starring as the protagonist of her younger sister’s baby videos, standing on podiums and holding gold amidst competitors and fans alike, and singing in front of crowds for youth talent shows.
But Max knew, even at 13 years, that there was something else. Lurking in the shadows, beyond two metal doors and a glowing exit sign, was a single spot light. As Max approached this beacon, the roaring clamors of creative expression began to grow quiet. Stepping past the threshold of light and dark, there was a serene silence. A feeling of dense assuredness. This was it.
The raw emotion and intense energy felt through acting was a drug. It taught her to chase passion in all areas of her life, to exercise talents, to embrace love, and to feel immense pain. Guided by competing voices of creativity, by the age of 28, Max had received a degree in Graphic Design; worked in advertising, travelled half the world; taught herself the ins and outs of film, photography, editing, and retouching; started a film company, ended a film company, relocated to Ireland, moved back to Toronto; fell in love 7 times; fell out of love 7 times. After a decade of chasing passions, Max found herself out of breath and unsatisfied. Somewhere in the fury of life and expectations, she had lost the still focus of center stage that had started everything.
She wondered in that moment if she had been chasing after destiny, or running away from it from fear of failure? Crippled by the pain of lost time, spoiled energy, and over-exercised emotion, Max fell to in a heap to ground. The noise didn’t quiet. Instead, it continued in its attempts to lead her astray. The compacted pain and whispers pressing her to disbelief, she suddenly realized it was her own voice that was speaking to her. It was her own hands pressing her down. And it was her own shoes strapped to the ground. Releasing herself from her own grips and restraints, she held fast. In her realization, the colliding voices unified and she could hear herself speak clearly.
Max found her strength. She found her voice. And you will remember her name.
"To go into acting is like asking for admission to an insane asylum.
Anyone may apply, but only the certifiably insane are admitted"
- Michael Shurtleff