Important Disclaimer: I do not endorse (or recommend) Komunitas Salihara’s Stanislavski class, please read my post here: https://miadjojowasito.com/2016/11/14/important-disclaimer-maria-djojowasito-does-not-endorse-the-stanislavski-class-at-komunitas-salihara/
I do not want my name associated with this community in any capacity and wish to distance myself from Komunitas Salihara and the Stanislavski class. This is not an acting class, this was run like a pay-to-play programme misleadingly marketed as a ‘class’, which was run in a disability-unfriendly environment that is not safe for women:
Padangnese wedding! The hairdresser encouraged us to take selfies (I suppose if you're a makeup artist or a hairdresser it's sad to think your work of art can't be permanent unless it's photographed—I can understand the sentiment, painters always want lightfast paint too). We're wearing killer corsets under this! The makeup artist said I look 15 and then after the makeup was applied the hairdresser said I look 12 (FFS, that's a new one—at least now I'm sure I haven't been miscast to play King Lear's baby Cordelia's foetus). Hm. 🐰💍✨ #Indonesian #Sumatran #Sumatra #Padang #Padangnese #Weddings #IndonesianWedding #SumatranWedding #Shakespeare #ShakespeareSunday #KingLear #Cordelia #Foetus
- i don’t think it’s delusional or ‘in-denial’ to think i actually look okay/right playing a quiet person who loses in life because she’s not good with words (and i do want minimum-line roles in this play because i figured if i’m going to be in a Shakespeare play, i would rather deliver the Bard’s original English words/wordplay—with all the doublespeak and exit pursued by bears, not a translation of a translation). i’m not here just to ‘pose’ on stage (as one of the senior actors insinuated, Shakespeare means a lot to me).
- at least i begged to play a smaller role (without lines, because it kind of saddens me that my first Shakespeare play has to be a translation—plus, i didn’t want to play the Mother role because i wanted to play a character that actually existed in the original Shakespeare version! because then it would be difficult to explain to English-speaking foreigners that i played the mother in “King Lear” when that character was never in the original play, they might think i’m lying/don’t understand the original play, but i can easily say i played Cordelia and they’d understand).
The Choreography Master Post!
Because reasons: Protect thyself…
Scene 1: Born in the worst toilet in Scotland
See, this position of the feet is how I ended Cordelia’s death in Scene 13 on January 31, 2016 (which they reused, after trying to not cast me and would’ve given this to another person, for the opening during the first rehearsal for Scene 1 on February 6–7, 2016—after which I was called “shameless” by some classmates) but they still thought it was okay to treat me like a public enemy and snark about ‘entitlements’ because I was had no ‘right’ and didn’t deserve the role because I’m “not a dancer”, yet when I gave these seasoned dance experts a dance-inspired performance like this, they failed to realise what I was doing:
Don’t forget that I asked Salieri if I could be in foetal position first and I was told not to use it… That’s all.
Kindly note that what you are about to witness at 00:49 is not a “catwalk strut”, it is a common dance move—to those actually familiar with dance and those whose judgement are not so overwhelmingly clouded by hatred that they’ll nitpick on anything and everything to twist into a fault:
Scene 2: Slap me into the forest
And I will not pancake any of my shoes for this. I already paid too much to be in this pay-to-play programme.
Scene 4: Opportunity to accuse Mia Djojowasito of being a famewhore
Scene 5: A Javanese princess amongst rowdy knights
Scene 6: The East Wind is coming…
Scene 7: I am pure-hearted, virginal, unmarried Cordelia raising a lighter at a drug-fueled ’70s rock concert (I’m also almost famous, lost in the crowd, and can’t seem to locate Lester Bangs)
March 13, 2016: Cordelia is an awkward virgin in her sisters’ sex scene (a.k.a. what’s the point of being at this orgy)
Scene 8: I don’t need a bloody umbrella—I am a spirit, and I’m too numb to feel the rain anyways
Scene 10: ?
Scene 12: ?
Scene 13: Death
Because you’re all so sophisticated and know so much about dance you know right away that I don’t deserve this role… Because you all can recognise right away an actress’ dance-inspired performance when you see it. So brilliant, much sophisticated.
You think I’m so undeserving, but then you steal my ideas and give them to someone else… In a single breath. Standing ovation for the gall to call me “shameless”.
Scene 14: Vive Le France!
Scene 15: ?
Scene 16: ?
Scene 17: ?
And the moral of the story is:
Don’t you dare pull a Salieri on me. Dan jangan coba-coba mengklaim bahwa saya yang ‘egois’, ini persoalan usaha dan proses seni orang yang seharusnya dihargai sejak awal. Kerja kolektif, sih, kerja kolektif… Tapi jangan seenaknya ambil hak orang! Dan saya nggak akan tinggal diam. Ngaku ‘seniman’ masa nggak ngerti nilai ide dan interpretasi aktris? Sombong amat kalau dikira bisa memperlakukan orang dengan semena-mena begini.
No, no need to apologise! Nothing to apologise about at all…
I’m just going to think of this whenever someone says something sexist, bigoted, or ask intrusive questions about my body in this class from now on:
This is me in my self-produced horror film (title TBD/TDA but basically the premise is: Actress can't decide whether she wants to be the scream queen or the ghost/serial killer in a horror-thriller film, but because she's a thirsty famewhore she just casts herself as both: so she basically just scares herself, freaks out, then scares herself, and then freaks out again—on a never-ending loop until she dies. Fin). 🎬 Still baffled by the lack of Friday night traffic today! Arrived early for the @MariJeungRebutKembali's #IWD2016 celebration #TubuhkuOtoritasku where @Clanirella's band WITCHES is playing. This is @Sariayu_MT's blue off their Papua (Raja Ampat) eyeshadow. The same set from my Lady Macbeth selfie. I love it. I also started doing this thing were I rub hairspray on my eyebrows because I can never seem to get eyebrow thingamajigs drawn correctly and symmetrically… And the lipstick is from the Borneo line. My hair was in a ballerina bun and I sprayed hairspray over it, leaved it up to drive for a bit, et violà! Excited about meeting like-minded people who believe my body type is my business and nobody else's. I've had the displeasure of having to deal with intrusive questions about my body lately (and having to be around people who exacerbate my existing #BodyImage issues) so this should be good for me. I'm hoping to leave feeling good about myself! ☕️🍋🔥✨ #InternationalWomensDay
And just in case they delete the class blog, I’ve made PDF backups for my posts which I originally posted there and reblogging here before I posted here and started reblogging there:
- Week 1 (January 9–10, 2016)
- Week 2 (January 16–17, 2016)
- Week 3 (January 23–24, 2016)
- Week 4 (January 30–31, 2016)
- One (the day I saw “Macbeth” at the cinema on February 1, 2016—the day after casting day)
- Week 5 (February 6–7, 2016)
- Week 6 (February 13–14, 2016)
- Week 7 (February 20–21, 2016)
The rest are available under the “Salihara Stanislavski Acting Class Journal” category on MiaDjojowasito.com (since Week8, I have been blogging the originals here and reblogging in the class blog to protect myself and my creative work/reputation).
Also? What did I just watch? What did I just watch? 😂😂😂 I just saw Japanese "Sun Go Kong" and I’m so confused? But the good news is, I got a very nice seat and… None of the plebs of Rome (the Stanislavski class) came to the show. Maybe they couldn’t get tickets? IDK. I don’t care. They weren’t there (thank God). It was perfect, I watched it without being pestered… Then, when I got home: There were fireworks in my neighbourhood? As soon as I drove through the neighbourhood gates, they went off? What? No! 🍋🔥✨
Really, Thomas, reeeallyyy?
Oh, thank goodness I managed to get home before 21:00 and I could still carry out my plans, which involved my middle school friends and motorbike couriers (Salihara/the Stanislavski class didn’t keep their promise—they said they’d start at 15:00 sharp from this week on, but they didn’t and we end up out late! But then that’s no shocker, they don’t seem to care about/respect other people’s time: I was the first person to send in my bio for the play’s programme because I actually care about the layouters/designers and the whole printing process! Plus, with their tendency to fault-find, I didn’t want to get blamed for stalling the printing process). And they call me selfish… Sure.
Kok pake emoji bom? Situ ngerasa diteror di kelas ini?! 💣 #IyaKak
Last updated: March 9, 2016