By Jill Szoo Wilson
Prologue
What follows are some specific thoughts on the role of the imagination and how I’m witnessing a slow decline in students’ ability to stick with a moment of “play” or creative imagination long enough to reach the truth embedded in the script.
When I began as a private acting coach a couple of decades ago, nearly all my students were either homeschooled or from Christian backgrounds. This was largely due to the environment in which I began. I had just graduated from a Christian university with my MFA in Acting and Directing for Theatre. During my time there, I helped design and launch a summer theatre camp, which drew a large following from the homeschool community. Many of those kids continued lessons with me long after camp was over.
Today, most of my students are no longer homeschooled, but many are still Christian. This is probably because many of my students already share a Christian worldview, and my teaching naturally aligns with it. I teach them how to act with technical skill, emotional honesty, and respect for the craft, as well as how to be artists and professionals in what is often a dark industry. We talk openly about integrity, boundaries, and how to navigate the pressures and temptations that come with performance culture. My goal is not just to prepare them for auditions or roles, but to help them become thoughtful, resilient artists who can carry the light of Christ into places where it’s often absent. I don’t market specifically to Christian students, but we have plenty of reasons to find each other and to enjoy working together.
That said, I do find that young Christian students tend to struggle with guilt and shame to a particularly high degree during the rehearsal process. We talk about it often. While I always choose material that is age-appropriate and content-appropriate for every student (and for myself, as I don’t enjoy lascivious or graphic pieces either), those who grew up in the church—Catholic, Lutheran, Evangelical, etc.—often feel very self-conscious as actors when they begin.
Girls are taught to be kind, service-oriented, loving, and demure. Boys are taught to be tough, heroic, good, and sensitive to the needs of others. These are all admirable traits. To be a man or woman of virtue, exhibiting the Fruit of the Spirit, should lie at the heart of our longing to be more like Christ. I could easily veer into an essay about how to marry our faith with our work, but for the sake of this particular piece, I’ll return to the central idea:
Christian students often struggle to play characters who don’t look like themselves or like those they aspire to become. Fair enough. But here’s the truth: life is full of good and evil. Villains and heroes. Builders and those who destroy. Most of us, over the course of a lifetime, are both. We’re all villains to some and heroes to others. We know what it is to build, and we know what it is to wound. To pretend otherwise is to whitewash life and ourselves, which usually leads to hiding in one way or another. So, it’s important for me to talk about redemptive stories with my students so they can confront this dichotomy rather than fearing it.
There are two kinds of redemptive stories: those that show us the good things that happen when we choose well, and those that show us the damage that occurs when we don’t.
That’s a simplified way to put it, but given that my students range in age from eight to fifty-five, the universality of this statement is often helpful to everyone for different reasons.
So, what do we do with the villains in the plays we read? What do we do when we agree to play Lady Macbeth in Macbeth, Regan in King Lear, or Medea in the title role? And what about Iago in Othello, Richard III, or Judge Turpin in Sweeney Todd? Do we flatten the character to fit inside our comfort zone? Do we avoid even considering the thought process of a conniver? Do we soften Medea’s rage to make the role more “Christian”?
I certainly hope not! If we do, we’re not being truthful. We’re pretending we never act with malice, selfishness, or harm. And if we refuse to embody those moments in a role—if we never stop to consider the villain’s position—we are denying ourselves an opportunity to understand something essential: that evil is not always monstrous or distant. Sometimes it begins with resentment. Or jealousy. Or the belief that we deserve more than we’ve received. Sometimes it begins with a wound. To engage that truth in rehearsal is not to condone it, but to confront it honestly. That kind of imaginative empathy sharpens discernment. It invites self-examination. It strengthens our ability to recognize corruption when it appears in ourselves or others. To avoid this work is not only to limit our range as actors, but to remain shallow as people.
Most of us will never seize power and destroy our father like Regan. Most of us will never seduce a woman named Lady Anne over her father-in-law’s corpse like Richard III. But if we take the time to understand the goodness of God and the brokenness of the world, we can, as Aristotle suggested, experience catharsis and reason together: I will not seduce. I will not murder. I’ve seen what happens when people do.
What follows are thoughts on the role of imagination in the life of an actor. To live truthfully in imaginary circumstances, we must first be willing to imagine.
The Studio and the Threshold of Imagination
This morning, I sat across from a college-aged student in a small studio, the kind with a well-worn rehearsal floor and no mirrors to distract. She was working through a dramatic monologue from King John, trying to locate the inner grief of Constance as she mourns the disappearance of her son, Arthur. The lines are some of Shakespeare’s most anguished:
“I am not mad; I would to heaven I were, For then ’tis like I should forget myself. O, if I could, what grief should I forget!”
My student is brilliant. She’s bright-eyed, classically educated, and emotionally intuitive. She understands the language and the circumstances. She grasps the weight of the moment intellectually. And yet, she struggles to connect with it fully. Her technique is solid. She found the beats and shifted breath and focus in the right places. The anguish, however, stayed on the surface and heightened. Her performance was more inferred than embodied, and she remained ungrounded.
So I gave her a note I’ve given many actors before her: “Particularize your son.” She nodded. She knew what I meant.
In actor training, particularly within the Meisner tradition, particularization is a foundational method for grounding performance in emotional truth, and it’s often misunderstood. Particularization in Meisner’s framework is not the same as the imaginative substitution associated with Stanislavski’s “Magic If.” The “Magic If” asks the actor to imagine themselves in the character’s situation—”What would I do if my son were taken from me?”—and then to act from that imagined scenario. This technique can be useful, as it encourages imaginative entry into a character’s world. But it relies on hypothetical identification; on asking ‘what if’ rather than anchoring the moment in lived emotional truth.
Meisner’s approach is different. It does not rely on imagining how one might feel in a fictional situation. It asks the actor to bring something real into the room. Something personal, visceral, and emotionally immediate. When I asked my student to particularize her son, I was not asking her to pretend to be a grieving mother. I was asking her to locate, in her own life, a person whose loss would pierce her. It could be a nephew, a younger brother, a godchild; anyone she has known and loved. Particularization is not fantasy. It is emotional preparation. The actor identifies a core emotional truth and allows that truth to live inside the moment.
This act is deliberate and vulnerable. It involves risk, attention, and a willingness to be seen. Because the actor is not pretending to feel, they are allowing themselves to feel. They are not trying to generate an emotion; they are giving themselves permission to respond to something that already holds weight in their inner world. Meisner insisted that acting lives in behavior, not in ideas. The words of a script are not the truth. The behavior underneath the words is where the truth resides.
When an actor says, “My son is gone,” the goal is not to deliver the line convincingly. The goal is to experience the truth of the line in real time. To say it while bearing the weight of one’s own emotional stakes. Particularization enables this. It shifts the actor from performing to being.
Still, something was missing. Despite her strong technique, something in her body remained disengaged. The truth hovered at the edges of the performance but never fully arrived. She wore the grief like a garment, but it had not yet reached her center.
This is a moment I have seen many times before. The student understands everything intellectually. The beats are there. The breath work is honest. And still, something inside hesitates. The mind approaches something emotionally risky, and the body pulls back. It happens quickly, often invisibly. A short-circuit. A retreat from vulnerability.
They stop mid-imagining. Mid-feeling. Mid-play.
This phenomenon is increasingly common. The cause appears to be cultural. We are watching a generation experience limited access to its imaginative life, not from apathy or lack of talent, but from being conditioned to remain just outside the threshold of deep interiority.
What fractures their concentration? What prevents them from crossing into full imaginative immersion?
Several things come to mind.
Sanford Meisner defined good acting as “living truthfully under imaginary circumstances.” Acting depends on entering. The actor allows themselves to be changed by what they imagine. In those moments, fiction becomes felt reality.
Meisner’s exercises do not focus on displaying emotion. They create conditions in which emotion arises organically. The goal is to engage the body before the mind intervenes with commentary or self-protection. Acting, in this view, requires attention; deep, sustained, emotional attention.
This is where the struggle appears.
Many students today experience difficulty maintaining emotional attention beyond a few seconds. Their minds are quick. Their instincts are strong. Yet under the weight of prolonged inner focus, their attention fractures. This does not stem from apathy, but from exhaustion. Their habits have been shaped by technologies and cultural rhythms that favor speed, fragmentation, and external validation over interior stillness.
A 2022 study published in Nature Communications found that global attention spans as measured by patterns of media engagement, have diminished over the past two decades. Our minds now pursue novelty more than depth. This shift influences more than productivity. It reshapes presence itself. It reconfigures the architecture of imagination.
Where actors once learned to build an imagined world and dwell in it, students today often find themselves pulled back by an invisible thread. They experience the impulse to check, to hesitate, to self-correct. Even in silence, they sense an audience. When external attention dominates, internal vision struggles to take root.
What I observe in the studio speaks to more than acting. It reflects a broader cultural wound. A drifting away from solitude. A quiet that grows more elusive. A loss of what the educator Charlotte Mason called “the habit of the reflective life.” In Mason’s view, imagination is a moral capacity. To imagine well is to love well. The capacity to enter another’s experience nurtures empathy, endurance, and attention. Like any virtue, it strengthens through practice.
How does one train imagination in a world of interruption?
This erosion of imaginative endurance presents a pressing concern. It reaches beyond the artist. It speaks to anyone seeking a meaningful existence amid constant noise. The deep spaces where empathy takes form, convictions clarify, and quiet truths surface depend on interior cultivation. A society that nurtures imagination forms individuals who respond with discernment and depth.
Classical educators have long understood the affinity between imagination and truth. Plato, though cautious of the poets, affirmed that metaphor helps the soul ascend toward the Good. Aristotle praised catharsis as a soul-cleansing process through imitation. Centuries later, C. S. Lewis called imagination the “organ of meaning.” Through it, knowledge gains emotional resonance. Facts become deeply known.
Contemporary students navigate a world full of information and comparisons. Previous generations may have asked, “Will I do something meaningful?” Today’s students often wonder, “Can I create something distinct enough to matter?”
This is the cost of saturation. So many voices, so many images, so many claims on the imagination cause silence to feel irrelevant. Stillness begins to feel misaligned with progress. In such an environment, the long breath required for full imaginative entry feels like a rarity.
And yet that long breath must return. We can help restore it.
Imagination brings shape to stories. It deepens relationships. It sustains a sense of mystery, sacredness, beauty, and possibility. Rather than vanishing, imagination waits. It remains present beneath the surface noise. It endures through fractured attention and abandoned moments of thought. It waits for breath. For solitude. For the courage to enter again.
In my work with students, I encourage them to slow down, not as a strategy, but as a way of being. They are learning to stay present inside a moment, linger with an image, and let silence stretch. Not everything needs to resolve quickly. Some truths arrive only through stillness, and meaning often deepens through sustained practice rather than polished execution.
Imagination does not pull us away from the world. It grounds us more deeply in it. It sharpens perception. It draws our focus toward what lasts. This is why Shakespeare continues to speak, and why Meisner’s invitation to live truthfully in imagined circumstances still carries weight. These are not artistic artifacts. They are instruments of renewal.
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