Monday, March 1, 2010

House of Light

I love lighthouses; I always have. While still young and fresh my heart was captured by their forlorn stoicism, their haunted beauty. A lighthouse is so much more than some giant warning indicator -- it's a symbol, an icon, the embodiment of dogged resistance in the face of overwhelming odds, of blazing surety which pierces the roiling storm in search of lost eyes straining for light. On the border between two worlds it stands, but to neither does it belong. It's an island of vigilance in a sea of distraction, a tower of refuge in a morass of peril, a beacon of truth in a midnight of lies. Though the lightkeeper's duties be lonely and thankless, the world would know if his watch ever ceased.

Monday, June 15, 2009

An Ambiguous Rant

I'd like to rant for a moment about a series of questions unavoidable for those of us aspiring to enter the media field.  The questions concern the respective natures of and relationships between art and communication.  If art is nothing more than self-expression, then of what commercial value is it?  If communication is nothing more than bald persuasion, then isn't it all just propaganda without the tempering nuance of artistic ambiguity?

Ambiguity.  I hate that word.  For me, it summates everything that's wrong with artistic instruction and general academia nowadays.  The deconstructionists have systematically eradicated intelligent analysis from literary and cinematic criticism.  They say ambiguity is inevitable, that it should be embraced as the apex of self-conscious sophistication, that, when deliberate, it constitutes a "complex" and "nuanced" approach to reality.  Communicators and ambitious artists know better.

Ambiguity is not complexity.  Complexity is the tacit acknowledgement that reality is subject to innumerable interpretations and cannot easily be reduced to binary oppositions with obvious moral polarity.  Ambiguity is a banal slavery to moral relativity at the cost of any *gasp!* transcendent meaning or purpose beyond reminding the consumer that life is messy.  This isn't sophistication -- it's apathetic cowardice.

Ambiguity in an author indicates indecision.  In a director it reveals confusion.  In an artist of any kind it's a blatant failure of the will.  Without distinct clarity, without commitment to a particular self-interpretation, without the courage to stand for something, to deliver a message, to embody a theme, art is ... boring.

Yes, boring.  Is that not the worst possible dismissal?

I'm not calling for a didactic approach to art.  Normal rules still apply.  Art must show, not tell.  The consumer must be trusted to understand the artist's intent without being beat over the head with explanation.  After all, "a man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still."  Persuasion must be subtle to be effective.

What I'm calling for is a higher form of art, one which both embraces and tempers the inclinations of communication.  Art with a message shown, not told.  This is no easy challenge for the artist, which is why it's so rarely achieved.  But should that discourage us?  No!

Hehehe ... listen to what I'm telling you!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

State of the Student

Hello, there.  Apologies for the formless void which is this blog: I'm currently hacking my way through a howling jungle of final projects like Indiana Jones through some ancient temple digested by nature.  But alas! - a machete is of no use when confronting the workload of a film and video production major / creative writing minor at Central Washington University.  Though I love the ways in which incessant deadlines squeeze from me creativity I wouldn't otherwise have known I possessed, I can't wait to finish spring quarter and get back to work.  I love work.  When you work, you work and then you're done working for the day.  Schoolwork never ends (at least not for a perfectionist like me).  For the past two weeks I've pretty much slept every other night.  It's exhausting, yes, but exhilarating too.

In two weeks I'll be done with school until September.  Beginning soon, expect regular blog meditations on the art of storytelling and anything else which happens to pique my interest.  A study of cinematic villainy's been percolating in my brain for a while now.  I think I'll attempt to delineate characteristics indicative of a strong antagonist and then illustrate those characteristics through an examination of my twelve favorite villains in cinema history.

Hehehe ... I can't wait.  In the meantime, feel free to visit my slightly more philosophic blog at http://andun.wordpress.com.

Mmm ... right now I'm listening to a Gregorian choral rendition of "O Come O Come Emmanuel" in English.  And yes, it's eighty-nine degrees out.  Hey ... it's me!  ;-)

See you later.