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| Courtesy: Nurul Fatimah |
The curtain closed, Sunday was the last day of My Friend Has Come to be performed in Jogja Contemporary. It was magically sad and devastating actually. Like, As the world turns so incredibly fast, there is no time for people to reach out.
When you feel left out, no one would care.If you feel lonely, it is inevitable. The world has no interest in your life and misery. It will go round as it should be, whether you are alive or not.
But, do you know when exactly you die or dead? Do you feel it? It is like the life of persimmon tree. You keep guessing if it dies or not because it is still standing whether it dies or lives. I think that how "Me" questioning the persimmon tree or how "Me" and "My Friend" debating about a seed of persimmon tree they found on tatami are like human questioning the future.
I saw from the performance and conclude that someone hands mean so much for other who try to reach out and speak their hearts out. But, it is too late for them. "Me" cannot hold "My Friend"'s hands or drag him out of his own solitude. When "My Friend" cried a little, pull himself together, and start riding his bicycle away from "Me". He felt it is the time to say goodbye. When "Me" comeback with a glass of barley tea, he found out that "My Friend" is no longer there. No one in the room but him and empty photos of his own face. Goodbye is always difficult. I cried inside but no more tears falling out if my eyes. Only regret like what "Me" felt most of the time.
I saw from the performance and conclude that someone hands mean so much for other who try to reach out and speak their hearts out. But, it is too late for them. "Me" cannot hold "My Friend"'s hands or drag him out of his own solitude. When "My Friend" cried a little, pull himself together, and start riding his bicycle away from "Me". He felt it is the time to say goodbye. When "Me" comeback with a glass of barley tea, he found out that "My Friend" is no longer there. No one in the room but him and empty photos of his own face. Goodbye is always difficult. I cried inside but no more tears falling out if my eyes. Only regret like what "Me" felt most of the time.
As I reflect to the script itself, I always wondering how Toshiro Suzue-san could write a beautiful story that we could connect with. It is absolutely different from how Japanese and Indonesian felt about the issue, but like it or not each one of us would ended up on that stage. The technology that develop too fast, of course, give us the side effect. We become more and more ignorant.
During I translated the script, I always imagined how it happened. How each scene overlapping one another. How the sound of cicadas played softly but intensely emerged on the set. But, when the script was played on the stage there are more factors need to be consider such as director, actor, time and space, even the budget of the performance need to be calculated and whether you like it or not will influence the performance itself. But, I knew for sure that Mas Enx, Rangga, and Anwar always gave their best to performed this script and the performance was brilliant. I have to admit that, Rangga and Anwar finally could control themselves and "be" the characters. Even though they found the inside of each character on the last minute, but I am proud of what they bring to the set.
All I could give is a standing ovation for Mas Enx, Rangga, Anwar, and all the team that made it happen. To all the audiences that were coming and enjoying the moment with us. To audiences that gave us their honest opinion and share their writings about the performance, it was an honour and we believe that are more things to come.
For me, a stranger that accidentally jump and dive in into theatre, performance is not only about people who do the work behind and on the stage, but all of elements that give their energy to experience and share the stories.
I am looking forward to see a great and positive circle of people on another great chance.
Regards,
M
During I translated the script, I always imagined how it happened. How each scene overlapping one another. How the sound of cicadas played softly but intensely emerged on the set. But, when the script was played on the stage there are more factors need to be consider such as director, actor, time and space, even the budget of the performance need to be calculated and whether you like it or not will influence the performance itself. But, I knew for sure that Mas Enx, Rangga, and Anwar always gave their best to performed this script and the performance was brilliant. I have to admit that, Rangga and Anwar finally could control themselves and "be" the characters. Even though they found the inside of each character on the last minute, but I am proud of what they bring to the set.
All I could give is a standing ovation for Mas Enx, Rangga, Anwar, and all the team that made it happen. To all the audiences that were coming and enjoying the moment with us. To audiences that gave us their honest opinion and share their writings about the performance, it was an honour and we believe that are more things to come.
For me, a stranger that accidentally jump and dive in into theatre, performance is not only about people who do the work behind and on the stage, but all of elements that give their energy to experience and share the stories.
I am looking forward to see a great and positive circle of people on another great chance.
Regards,
M
