The movie sparked my sister and I to have one of those rare sisterly conversations. It was pleasant and I felt that despite our very different personalities and goals we were connected in way that we usually are not. It wasn't about the movie, it was about life and love and expectations and I know I can't attribute the entire conversation to our movie watching experience but I do feel like it helped as along, it forged a bond in a way that only art can.
I know that right now I don't really create art with much regularity. I take pictures, I paint on canvases, I build sets, I portray characters on stage, I design floral arrangements but most of these endeavors never reach a level that I consider close to art. Every now and then I get lost in these endeavors and transcend outside of myself and I feel like maybe I am creating really art, capturing something real and maybe a little profound.
You there you are part apology part straight up self-important blogging. Tomorrow, I promise to give you a photo.
**This is kind of a lie. I would love to make films, or help make films, but I would also love to tour the country in a baller indie band, or score a role on broadway, or write a really good book. I would love to do many things, few of which are realistic, palpable goals.
If I had written this blog, it would probably be the same. That's pretty much exactly how I feel about art. And also how I feel about how much I actually do art, except even less than you. My thesis is on Jane Austen, so I get to read a lot of her incomparable writing, so that's good, but at some point I need to get back to my own writing too.
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