Shadow Puppets
I have always thought of myself as a man of passion. A good chunk of my life has been given to fulfilling the dream of making movies. I have foregone artistic pretension in favor of going back to the roots of the craft, to tell a story, and not just any story but my stories. And all these stories should have but two things: heart and the desire to affect. Lately, I lost this dream. I have relegated myself to nothingness, choosing every path that leads opposite to my chosen craft. Slowly but surely, my mind is beginning to feel this backlash. And still, I crumble into apathy.
It seems that I have allowed myself to be a mere shadow puppet, an indecipherable figure projected onto a background. There was something lost, something which I should give my remaining days into recovering. Passion has left my soul, and for a man who relies on it for strength, I consider myself a corpse.
Let this piece serve as a confession. I have failed.
The coming days should provide time for me to regain my senses. If this is indeed my future, then I have to begin now. From now on, every waking day is given to fulfilling the dream. My dream. If I want something done, then I won't wait for anyone or anything. Focus on everything, keep my eyes and my mind open to reality, the openness of life. I am going to tell my stories to the world, whether you like it or not. And these stories are not for show, to further intellectual and artistic pretension. My one aim in every story I tell should be the desire to affect, and coupled with this, heart.
I am going to breathe life into new people, new lives and new worlds. And I am going to make you listen. To paraphrase a famous sculptor, I will lend a piece of my soul to every story I tell and bare it to everyone. There is no greater philanthropy than that. And this philanthropy should at the very least, try to affect the intended audience. For what purpose is art, if only for show? I will regain the love for this profession that slowly dwindles with each waking day as a shadow puppet.
It is time I step out of the shadows once again and bathe myself in light.
See you at the movies.
It seems that I have allowed myself to be a mere shadow puppet, an indecipherable figure projected onto a background. There was something lost, something which I should give my remaining days into recovering. Passion has left my soul, and for a man who relies on it for strength, I consider myself a corpse.
Let this piece serve as a confession. I have failed.
The coming days should provide time for me to regain my senses. If this is indeed my future, then I have to begin now. From now on, every waking day is given to fulfilling the dream. My dream. If I want something done, then I won't wait for anyone or anything. Focus on everything, keep my eyes and my mind open to reality, the openness of life. I am going to tell my stories to the world, whether you like it or not. And these stories are not for show, to further intellectual and artistic pretension. My one aim in every story I tell should be the desire to affect, and coupled with this, heart.
I am going to breathe life into new people, new lives and new worlds. And I am going to make you listen. To paraphrase a famous sculptor, I will lend a piece of my soul to every story I tell and bare it to everyone. There is no greater philanthropy than that. And this philanthropy should at the very least, try to affect the intended audience. For what purpose is art, if only for show? I will regain the love for this profession that slowly dwindles with each waking day as a shadow puppet.
It is time I step out of the shadows once again and bathe myself in light.
See you at the movies.
posted by Juan Miguel Sevilla at 8:02 AM
1 Comments:
I have always believed in you, and so does everyone else around you. And passion..? It has always been inside you. That's what makes you YOU.
Kaya mo yan. Ikaw pa.
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