ART… or whatever. Making a Film.
I spent my entire life concentrating on academics so to please others but only recently have I realized that what I really want to do is create my own art. I have always locked away my creative instincts and refrained from attempting anything artistic but try as I may, I could never forbear the inspiration I received while feeding off beautiful opuses. Instead, the pleasure and edification I experienced from watching films and listening to music in someways helped me grow as an artist; even though I haven’t really created anything I would deem my own… but I feel like I have enough knowledge and confidence to do so. That being said, I’m going to spend the next couple of years concentrating on my own personal projects of which some have already commenced.
There are many layers to creating something personal and intimate, especially if you harbour a kaleidoscopic pallet of interests… so I feel the need to include many idiosyncratic narratives such as Jean-Luc Godard’s simple, neo-realistic approach to digressive beauty or Woody Allen’s quirky Freudian comedies but even the semblance of Yuri Norshteyn’s stop motion magic is something I definitely look up to, somewhere in my child-brain. I also feel that the psychosexual contexts of films like Contempt, Seven Year Itch and Sedmikrásky, represents traces of my human identity - what turns me on and why; that’s definitely something I’m always aware of - the things that constantly attracts us, be it smudged lips, a silhouette of lightning strikes in the distance or the colour midnight blue.
In many ways, my work could possibly be the composition of different mediums blossoming into a syncopated rhythm - a product of everything me, whether it’s Martin Scorsese’s technical bravura or Roman Polanski’s emotional rawness. There are so many ways to approach all of this and that’s what makes this so exciting and so terribly frightening. I feel like I’m floating in an abyss of confliction with Brian Eno’s atmospheric sounds being played in the background as I approach an apogee of some conclusive sorts. I don’t know and that’s good… for now. However, I must admit that the driving force behind all of this is Sofia Coppola’s Lost in Translation and a collection of Wes Anderson’s works… but let’s just hope this doesn’t turn out to be some delirious attempt at avant-garde nouvelle vague.