A Personal Stoop to Conquer Story

 

Success consists of getting up 

just one more time than you fall.

Oliver Goldsmith

I have Oliver Goldsmith on the brain. Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

18th Century Mannerisms I seem to soak up from every rehearsal these past few weeks.  

I've ended up hearing it and seeing it over and over again in my sleep! 

I read a C.S. Lewis book and I hear fellow cast members' voices with a hint of Irish. 

So it has been a little tricky to write up a new entry of a new venture I'm in. Let alone looking for another artist to interview and expose - or recount my previous adventure with my team at Notte Bianca five months ago.Copyright © Diandra A. 2017
 
Then I come across the quote pasted above and convinced of the subject that has lingered over my head to reflect upon ever since I've been made part of the Ensemble for MADC's production of She Stoops to Conquer.

I always sensed it in me to be active in theatre.  
As an actor I had officially started out 
- without the politics of favouritism at school - 
at the GCHSS Drama Troupe. Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

I grew and stepped well into each performance for five years.

As I got into University,

 I went through the frustrating period 

of facing after every audition 

one rejection after another. 

One: I got the sensation one has to 'get there' 

by being recommended 

by word of mouth 

through friends in theatre scene, 

and I have seen plenty of that while I was doing the course.Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

Second: Most of those auditions, 

anxiety inducers as they were at the start, 

felt like going into an interview 

or facing a 'justice of the peace'

 - Ah! Dang! Again! 

(slight chuckle)

- that is, they didn't have that one-to-one workshop feel of gaining feedback and re-trying.

It was only later 
through advice from genuine acquaintance 
with a fellow more experienced actor and practitioner 

that I learned  . . . . 

Auditions need to be approached as performance podium. 

It is not about the impossible task of getting into the director's head to be as close to what they might have had in mind of the character. 

It is about presenting your potential, 
your abilities as an actor,

your personal view and portrayal of the character
 as well as your personification of said character 

being the end result of getting familiar with their language, 
analysing the nature of the text  
and forming the person.Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

From that frustration of trying and retrying, along with that revelation  
I went to perform, not 'audition'. Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

Where I was lucky to get an open one-to-one with the director i took advantage of that. 

Where it wasn't, it was merely performing to one audience member. 

The progression became such that I got comfortable in the process and mindset of performing rather than mere presenting, exercising my acting muscles I've had for over 10 years. Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

That process served me well even currently in rehearsals for She Stoops to Conquer.
I learn even more by picking up personal tactics and method acting from fellow cast members and director. 
Yet what makes it even  more fruitful is the comradeship formed.

My character in the play is small, 

but it is enough to socialise, 

befriend 

and re-acquaint. 

The intervals between each scene is never dull. 
A hub of bizarre-ness and humour that never tired me. 

The conversations jump from a Whovian debate of who really was the best companion, 
to recounting funny one-liners.

And just yesterday Malcolm went and got a Baci chocolate bar, places a tag written Prize to give to the one who least mucks up their lines in both acts. Playfully dragging it away and back in response to an actor or two blanking out, responded by chuckles at getting distracted by this 'carrot'. Minor characters didn't count for the challenge, as a few abruptly protested at my asking. Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

Being in the production also got me grabbing my camera for inspiration. 

I have found, as I did in Merchant of Venice 

that the best photographs to take 

come about among the cast during rehearsals.

- - - - 

Fact: The main concept of the mistake of a night was inspired by what happened to Goldsmith personally in his childhood. Given a guinea at school, he decided to spend it at an inn. He asked a passer-by, Cornelius Kelly, to direct him to the 'best house' - the best inn. As it also meant the best house of a good reputable family, Kelly pointed him to 'the best house'.  

It wasn't until Oliver had dinner with the 'innkeeper' and the 'barmaid' his daughter, 
went up to bed, 
ordered breakfast in bed in the morning, 
and asked for the bill 

that he realised his mistake.

 - - - -

I am glad to have got back treading the stage. After 3 years directing, it's good to take a breather, be given this opportunity in one of my favourite plays and scene in said play. Directing gives that sense of independence from those many rejections and exercise the muscles of another expression of creativity. But those, I believe, can only be well-obtained in being an actor first. Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

One other thing I remember from my Drama Troupe years is that in the public performances it is always best to start off small before progressing later to complex parts.

It does take a sense of stooping, starting out small, keeping oneself grounded, to build up and . . . "sigh" conquer. Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

Well, it's a form of conquering oneself. Making sure among other things I don't get big-headed, though for now all I've been doing is offering and asking if anyone needs an extra hand with their lines.

It's stooping to gain further experience. 

I have a good feeling of where I'm at right now. Pimple the Maid in this production, step by step, more and more characters, plays and people to acquaint with.

Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

Something's Brewing . . .

It has been quite a rollercoaster for me since the last less formal post. 

Been through a temporary upheaval that affected any sense of living or capability to believe in one's self. It's worse when that enemy is a system that's in desperate need of a good piece of humble pie with a good dollop of common sense on the side. 

But the certain turbulence I got battered with did give me some ounces of humility, to enable me to look within myself; not only be able to smile and love myself flaws and all and be patient with myself, but to remember also - which most of us need daily - that Christ never turns away even in those moments and episodes where I would have cringed in recalling. Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

This isn't some cheesy phrase folks or copying off a bumper sticker; it actually places me more at rest to face life and live to the fullest. Including writing here again and love and do theatre all the more. Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

It also has made me more sensitive towards other people's trials and tribulations, even when their situations don't exactly reflect mine to a T.  

The sense of isolation, 

being shunned 

in response to silly mistakes and even pathetic actions. 

Facing the prejudice of narrow-minded people 

who would probably hide from the world 

if their own sins got pasted 

to the public eye. 

I pity the narrow-minded

as much as their actions and behaviour 

lead me into a symphony of exasperation. 

Yep, the latter felt those trials, 
currently going through them.
I felt them, 
winced their same pain, and I am glad to look back . . .

  Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

I am glad to have suffered 

and survived those things 

that has made me sensitive to others' Calvaries. 

  Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,   

Grapple to thy soul with hoops of steel. - Hamlet Act I Sc3

 

 (Seems fitting 

to grappling also 

their pain with empathy)

  Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

Hope ingrained deeper into the structure of my soul, even facing a society where daily amnesia and ignorance is the pleasant comfort and permission slip to talk crap - 'xcuse my French - and waste their lives doing so. Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

 

And I am all the more glad to currently go through a new venture that makes me more myself in the process.Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

 

Two years ago I directed a Maltese One Act play by Guze' Aquilina - an adventure in itself as it never got staged till then. 

  Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

 I was so engrossed in the process, in the many leaps of faith I took in taking risks within this production, was so uplifting from day one to final curtain call and to receive so much confirmation of the good that came about on so many levels, that I had thought as a director I wouldn't be able to do any other play better afterwards. Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

 

When I ventured with a different English play the following year and formed a family with the lovely all-female cast, it was through that production I realised that I had nailed and developed a method within those two years that worked both as an actor and a director.

 

That same Maltese play, I am happy to update, has been accepted to be performed for the annual city festival known as Notte Bianca. AND it'll be performed just as unique and new, through a medium which for the time being I will not jinx in revealing just yet. Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

 

In the rehearsal process all those opportunities to take leaps of faith has come back and rejuvinated within me the love to create again. I almost didn't recognise how much changes came about, and yet the play proves itself as young as two years ago (paradox intended). So yeah, I'm sensing a good change coming about, and something I've been longing to do since I was doing my Theatre and English degree.

 

 It ain't no hobby, or else I wouldn't be blessed again in this way. God help our country from those who see artists as mere enthusiasts or call what we do . . . a hobby (facepalm). X'pacenzja!Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

Also I have been eyeing with enthusiasm an audition of my favourite play - next to Shakespeare - that I hope that this time I'll be blessed with the opportunity to get out of waiting by the wings and show local theatre goers what I can do. Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

 

As much as the past turbulence has encouraged me to take risks and go against the current on another level in society, I am still an actor. Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

 

 

 Stay tuned . . .

 

Copyright © Diandra A. 2016

Christmas Blessings

A Christmas Carol 

                                     by G.K. Chesterton

The Christ-Child lay on Mary's lap,

His hair was like a light.

O weary, weary were the world, 

But here is all aright.

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast

His hair was like a star.

(O stern and cunning are the kings, 

But here the true hearts are.

The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart, 

His hair was like a fire.

O weary, weary is the world, 

But here the world's desire.

The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee, 

His hair was like a crown, 

And all the flowers looked up at him, 

And all the stars looked down.

May you all have a Blessed Christmas 

and a Fruitful New Year.

Diandra A.