watching the first twenty minutes of tons of movies hoping I will like one of them.
reading fanfiction-i have just been pulling up ALL possible resources-which means going into fyjff’s archives and hunting good fanfic down and also Devin, if you’re reading this- thanks a TON for the smut recommendations.Much appreciated.
borrowed Parade’s End from Butler Library.A green hardback now graces my bookshelf. Proud of self for having read first page;the book was a bitch to hunt down but hasn’t ben borrowed for the past 12 years. Hmm, I wonder why.
I am seriously concerned though about my art absorption these days. I just blatantly reject anything that is not SUPERB-like even stuff that is marginally good is not enough-not in music, not in movies, not in arts etc. Don’t know why, don’t know if this is just a phase-if it is ,can’t wait for it to end.
Also, I HAVE to tell you guys about my obsession with artists. I watched My Week With Marilyn and liked that movie a lot. something about the movie resonated with Polanski’s The Pianist- about how artists kind of live in this otherworldly state of mind, are so fragile and vulnerable, but how their art seems to carry them through. They are also a VERY VERY insecure bunch(i mean not the polanski film, but in MWwM) I might write something creatively about “living with the artist”-because I go around everywhere and I see SUCH talented people and I fall in love with them but then I think, will they be a bitch to live with(like remember Marionne Cotillard’s character in Midnight in Paris complaining about living with Picasso? or about the Adrien Brody story about how he broke up with his long time girlfriend to prepare for a role?or how Ben once said that Olivia think he gets obsessed with characters? like how the work always has to come first? )I LOVE such people-they are so moody and tempestuous and temperamental and they are the conundrums and enigmas you admire from afar-akin to the sun, you go too near and you get burnt by their brilliance?Not because they’re too brilliant for you to handle per se, but they’re too bit-not-good in other spheres of life to ignore.
I don’t know.
I should get a life and just stop being such a fucking admiring audience to everything cooking up stories in my head that won’t materialise.
or they might. just keep checking your local bookstores.
toodles for now.
En art comme en amour, l’instinct suffit.