This is a really good sentence from here.

Watching a great actor, or star—sometimes they are not the same thing—is like watching the best fiction writers creating in real time, and the only metaphor they have available to them is their actual body.

I don’t care much for Jemima Kirke – she seems pretty one-note to me – but all I could think of is Tatiana Maslany when I read this.

If Kirke is Pollock (who I never cared much for either), Maslany is Renoir, Van Gogh and Remedios Varo all rolled into one.