Yes another boring rant.

I’ve been plagued for years. At least since university. I’ve been plagued with this thing I call ‘The Art’. I have no idea what the fucking hell it is. All I know is that it lives in my heart and every now and then bubbles up to the top and spews out as awful rants such as this one.

It’s some desire to create, to create something truly beautiful. Something game changing, something that makes people think, makes them cry, something perfect. Some perfect ‘thing’…I have no idea if this is music, art, video, painting, food…I have no idea, and I don’t think it matters.

I just know I have this ‘thing’ inside me. It is the purpose of my life to make this ‘thing’

I don’t know what it is yet.

I won’t bore you further. This rant came about because Im watching Schinders list (again)

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Putting aside everything beautiful about Mr Schindler himself, the way it’s filmed, the high contrast black and white, the film grain, the music…it’s perfect. It moved me, it moved so many people. Apparently it even screwed up Spielburg the director, he didn’t take a wage and then had to take years off to recover.

I’ll leave you with this…

“The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live.”

Auguste Rodin

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