As you stroll Ballard's downtown, full of angsty hipsters, expensive coffee and tacky knit hats, you come across a non-descript door. Quiet. Unassuming. When you climb down those stairs, it's a testament of climbing down to the depths of your soul; dirty, haggard walls, old, worn floor, dim lights and an odd metaphysical shop that offers you salvation which you gladly ignore.
Just as you turn to run up the stairs to safety and an over priced latte, you see a plain door with a single plaque: Gilmore Acting Studio. If you're an artist, or not, this door will forever change your life. This is not an understatement.
If you call yourself an actor, let Gregg have one night with you. I guarantee you you are not as hot as you think they are.
Gilmore brings gritty New York Meisner to a Seattle theater scene that very much needs a theatrical pimp slap and a wake up call. He will teach you 'The Work', not how to act. You will be emotionally tortured, pushed past your limits and forced to be true to the craft.
When he's done with you, you will work. You will be leagues better than most 'actors' in Seattle and hell, LA and New York. Directors will love you, because you will not need to be coddled. Producers will hunt you down even if you are not on TPS.
Give him two years and he will make you a 'Player' not an actor. He's tough, but fair. He's selective of his students and I thank him for the chance.
When I came to him, it was purely by accident and I WASN'T AN ACTOR. I hated actors, actually. My first gig was the Neptune Theater 2 years ago (Principal) and I've been working ever since.
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