Interview with Jeanette.

I'd describe her as a wave. “The Wave.” After our long conversations it was the only thing

fitting. As I tell her this, she laughs holding her cold brew and taking a tiny sip. We'd been at the

shop for hours discussing and she'd worked her way through half a glass; I on the other hand was on

my second americano. “A wave?” she asks “People always call me a quiet power, a calm being” she

smiles and puts her drink down. “Waves aren't calm.”

Blue. We met outside her favourite coffee shop in Athens, right under the Acropolis, we say

our hellos, she's always polite “being kind gives you the power to express yourself in a way that

people listen” , she explains. At first impressions she has a certain melancholic vibe, she looks tired

I ask her about it and she says it's due to her hours of training. Jeanette is a dancer; I met her three

years ago, when she first started professionally, now she's waiting for her final results in order to get

her degree. She says that her tired eyes are the product of 3-4 hours sleep every night for the past

two weeks and her never ending desire to move. “It's not something I do, it's something I am.” she

tells me as our coffees arrive. “You can't just quit art when your tired, you can't take a step back.

Even when you think you have quit, you realise Art, whatever the form, is waiting for you right

around the corner.” that's the moment you start to notice that spark in her, she's not just blue. There

are other colours mixing her together.

Purple. I ask her to tell me more about her artistic opinions and you can almost see the way

her mind turns as she puts the word together. “I've never considered myself as artist.” at this I look at

her with disbelief. Yet she swore it's true. She has this unique way of looking at things, that

sometimes it blinds her to what is obvious to others. “I believed artists were the ones who created

art, that the outcome was what defined you.” she goes on to tell me about her opinion that art is a

specific brain function, that only becomes noticed through what we name Art. “All I had to do was

accept that I have that brain function. It didn't happen over night, but now I know I'm an artist.” she

says this with passion and you see the commitment she has given herself, proud of the person she's

becoming. She tells me that there is a certain fear in being an artist. That you're pretending. You see

so many so called “artist” who pretend they're more that what they are, without ever thinking that

what they are would have been enough.”. She explains that through a lot of soul searching and

conversations with family and friends, she realised that artists were all around her and that they

seldom were in the art world. Dancing for Jeanette was the necessity, and in her dance school there

were only two, maybe three artists, the rest were there for the Instagram stories. This made her

disappointed she tells me, and you can see it in her being; you hardly find people who are so

expressional, then again, she is a dancer, as well as an actress.

Yellow. I bid her to leave the dance world for a moment and focus on her acting. That which

fills her, as she's told me in the past. She's just finished playing Romeo, the tragic young man,

trapped in the re-written Comedy, by Bost. I ask her how it felt to play a young man that she had

nothing in common, and she smiled. “I had something in common with Romeo, we were both

confused and holding on to our dreams to the last moment.” In this telling of Romeo and Juliet,

neither of them die, but meet by accident in a bar 45 years later in a bar, witch is the second part of

the play (portrayed by a different actor). “I focused on my naivety and my emotions, being a young

boy is no different than being a young girl, it only differs in the way you are treated by others and

perceived in the world.” her speech is light and calm, she gives me the impression that she knows

exactly were she stands. Another sip. Listening to her made me realise that she's so many different

things in one; she tells me that she loves to to the unexpected and hearing “I didn't think you had it

in you”. At this I smile; she always proves you don't know her.

I tell her that being a wave has little to do with the force. It's the colour. Waves are colour-

full. They change with the sky, they're mirrors of what watches over them and what is underneath

them. If she changes colour, it just means the sky you see her under has changed.