Keenan Jolliff
- Actor
- Writer
- Producer
Keenan Jolliff was born in Corvallis, Oregon to a wonderful mother fully expecting a daughter. Though he emerged further down the spectrum, he was equally ready to rock the dress his grandmother made to celebrate the moment. He spent his adolescence in Boulder, Colorado - crunchy as all get-out yet somehow always despising of yogurt. Then built a home - thank you, Ikea - in beautiful Brooklyn, NY.
Keenan is an actor, (at times) a dancer, and (at his best) a poet. He spent some years joyfully examining his insides in the Experimental Theatre Wing at New York University's Tisch School of the Arts. He found movement under the tutelage of Stephen Petronio, Barney O'Hanlon, and Annie B. Parsons. He found his voice in the hymns of Richard Armstrong and Jonathan Hart Makwaia, and he found action in the guidance of Terry Knickerbocker, Kevin Kuhlke, Jessica Hecht, Betsy Aidem and a slew of other beautiful souls.
A die hard Garden State fan, imagi-married to Hayley Williams, and continually attempting to fresco the French language onto the inner lining of his cranium.. he's spiked his hair since the age of 7 if only to pursue dreams of being a Super Saiyan.
Music is his life blood. It reminds him how to run. He can oft be found in the center of a mosh pit, or weeping in the fourth row of a Regina Spektor concert. Someday he would like to live in the Musée d'Orsay, if only to wake up to the tune of Monet's 'Magpie' every morning.
He's working to always be an accomplice - to be in action, not just in knowing. One of our greatest traits is the ability to relearn ourselves with others. Hell, he'd probably tattoo something beautiful on his chest as a testament to human wonder, were it not for an irrational fear of losing a role in Aaron Sorkin's next project.
He carries copies of Red Light Winter and Over The Anvil We Stretch in his backpack because little reminders of how art can change you feel like the best things to bring with.
One time he scribbled notes on a 4x6 while Michael Shannon, clad in the baddest kicks, said "it takes a village to raise an actor". Graphite fades quick, but honest words they spread thick; so though it's here in these links, it's integral not to forget... the beginning... curated by the following artists: Stephanie Holbrook, Julie Schubert, Allison Estrin and Wittney Horton. My eternal appreciation.
To put it simply..
I.. am a constant attempt at patience. A quest to find balance between the dreams and the basics. To value the view whether it's blue skies or raining, and keep on returning to that old track from Dangerous...
"Because nothing's worth the pain in your back, believe in that. The world can take control, but don't ever lose your heart. Because I know you better than that."
Keenan is an actor, (at times) a dancer, and (at his best) a poet. He spent some years joyfully examining his insides in the Experimental Theatre Wing at New York University's Tisch School of the Arts. He found movement under the tutelage of Stephen Petronio, Barney O'Hanlon, and Annie B. Parsons. He found his voice in the hymns of Richard Armstrong and Jonathan Hart Makwaia, and he found action in the guidance of Terry Knickerbocker, Kevin Kuhlke, Jessica Hecht, Betsy Aidem and a slew of other beautiful souls.
A die hard Garden State fan, imagi-married to Hayley Williams, and continually attempting to fresco the French language onto the inner lining of his cranium.. he's spiked his hair since the age of 7 if only to pursue dreams of being a Super Saiyan.
Music is his life blood. It reminds him how to run. He can oft be found in the center of a mosh pit, or weeping in the fourth row of a Regina Spektor concert. Someday he would like to live in the Musée d'Orsay, if only to wake up to the tune of Monet's 'Magpie' every morning.
He's working to always be an accomplice - to be in action, not just in knowing. One of our greatest traits is the ability to relearn ourselves with others. Hell, he'd probably tattoo something beautiful on his chest as a testament to human wonder, were it not for an irrational fear of losing a role in Aaron Sorkin's next project.
He carries copies of Red Light Winter and Over The Anvil We Stretch in his backpack because little reminders of how art can change you feel like the best things to bring with.
One time he scribbled notes on a 4x6 while Michael Shannon, clad in the baddest kicks, said "it takes a village to raise an actor". Graphite fades quick, but honest words they spread thick; so though it's here in these links, it's integral not to forget... the beginning... curated by the following artists: Stephanie Holbrook, Julie Schubert, Allison Estrin and Wittney Horton. My eternal appreciation.
To put it simply..
I.. am a constant attempt at patience. A quest to find balance between the dreams and the basics. To value the view whether it's blue skies or raining, and keep on returning to that old track from Dangerous...
"Because nothing's worth the pain in your back, believe in that. The world can take control, but don't ever lose your heart. Because I know you better than that."
