Yet another week has flown by!
This week was the start of the module “Using text to create a character”. We also started drama and our language coachings.
Furthermore, all the first year opera students started to work on opera scenes. Unfortunately, I’m not participating in any of them because I’m “officially” only here for the previously mentioned module. Story of my life, right. 😑
Nevertheless, these are exciting weeks and I’m very much looking forward to all the classes.
From this week forward we’re having long days of classes, which takes some getting used to 🙈 But I’m not complaining, I’m actually really enjoying it! It leaves me much less time for procrastination, which is good, ’cause I’m a pro at that… 😜
By the way, I would also like to mention that I’ve been practising every day at 8.00AM. I just had to share that, because I’m really proud of myself for that 😉
In return, I get this amazing view during my coffee break when no one is there yet.
Alright, back to the classes!
Honestly, I’m not really sure how to explain everything we’re doing. Most of the time we are working on ourselves, on becoming better artists, which is what it’s all about, in the end.
One of the things that stood out to me, is the fact that all teachers encourage us to “fail”.
I believe this is incredibly important and also very true. As one of the teachers here mentioned during class: “If you don’t fail, you won’t learn anything”.
A lot of the times we, as students, are so focused on “getting it right” and we get so upset when something goes wrong. But what does “getting it right” even mean?
What would be right for me, wouldn’t necessarily be right for you, and vice versa.
Of course, I can only speak for myself, but I think that a lot of people probably feel the same way: we want to show people what we can do and how well we can do it. We want to share our unique gifts. We want to give our very best.
We put so much pressure on ourselves to be perfect that we (sometimes) lose sight of what’s important: why we do what we do. Whether it’s singing, playing an instrument, teaching, anything. This fear of “getting it wrong” can sometimes really mess us up and it’s so, so difficult to get rid of that.
I wish I had some wisdom to help you guys with that, but I don’t.
(Well, that escalated quickly)
Instead, I just try to go with the advice my amazing teacher gives all of us (yes, YOU, Susanne! 😝 ): “FUCK IT! What’s the worst that could happen?”
Just listen to your heart and body and at least you are doing yourself justice and that’s what an artist does!
*Now this song’s going to be on my mind for the rest of the day… 😅
Friday, after classes, a few of us went out for some drinks. We went to a place called “The Dead Canary”. LOL
It was really nice and we had a great time and lots of interesting conversations!
Saturday I went to see yet another performance at the opera.
This time WNO put on: ‘War and Peace’ by Prokofiev.
Before the interval was the “peace” period and after the interval the period of “war”.
Needless to say, I was so much more into the “war” part.😉 The music was amazing and the cast was great!
This is now the second production of WNO I have been to and I have to see that I’m really digging what they do in terms of set, decor and costumes!
Well, guys, that was it! My third week in Cardiff! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed living it and then writing it down 😉
I’m glad I got to finish this on time, now I can and (hopefully) enjoy my other (not so secret) love: Formula 1 🏁😀 (#TeamLH all the way!!)
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I will leave you with this poem I recently found. Just remember: it’s okay to make mistakes. That doesn’t mean you’re a failure. The only one who decides if you’re a failure or a success is you!
Making good – Robert William Service
No man can be a failure if he thinks he’s a success;
he may not own his roof-tree overhead,
He may be on his uppers and have hocked his evening dress –
(Financially speaking – in the red)
He may have chronic shortage to repay the old home mortgage,
And almost be a bankrupt in his biz.
But though he skips his dinner,
And each day he’s growing thinner,
If he thinks he is a winner,
Then he is.
But when I say Success I mean the sublimated kind;
A man may gain it yet be on the dole.
To me it’s music of the heart and sunshine of the mind,
Serenity and sweetness of the soul.
You may not have a brace of bucks to jingle in your jeans,
Far less the dough to buy a motor car;
But though the row you’re hoeing
May be grim, ungodly going,
If you think the skies are glowing –
Then they are.
For a poor man may be wealthy and a millionaire may fail,
It all depends upon the point of view.
It’s the sterling of your spirit tips the balance of the scale,
It’s optimism, and it’s up to you.
For what I figure as success is simple Happiness,
The consummate contentment of your mood:
You may toil with brain and sinew,
And though little wealth is win you,
If there’s health and hope within you –
You’ve made good.