Monday, November 29, 2010

Emotion in Art

Similar to Aristotle in Poetics, I feel the true purpose of art regardless of the medium is to get an emotional reaction. I'm hoping for love but I would settle for hate. I don’t necessarily require a positive response. However I do want people to feel something or have some opinion after reading my work. Great sources of inspiration for my work are personal tragedies. It becomes difficult to express how I feel while the emotional energy is still so raw. I struggle to find the words that adequately convey how I’m feeling. It’s also scary to throw myself in the middle of something still going on that actively bothers me. The risk of really tapping into those feelings rather than trying to suppress them or distract myself makes me somewhat hesitant. Over the break I received unfortunate news that in both a metaphorical and literal sense I’m losing a member of my immediate family. While trying to come to terms with the situation I’ve written several pieces.

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  1. Emotion in Art
    Similar to Aristotle in Poetics, I feel the true purpose of art regardless of the medium is to get an emotional reaction. I don’t necessarily require a positive response. However I do want people to feel something or have some opinion after reading my work. Great sources of inspiration for my work are personal tragedies. It becomes difficult to express how I feel while the emotional energy is still so raw. I struggle to find the words that adequately convey how I’m feeling. It’s also scary to throw myself in the middle of something still going on that actively bothers me. The risk of really tapping into those feeling rather than trying to suppress them or distract myself makes me somewhat hesitant. Over the break I received unfortunate news that in both a metaphorical and literal sense I’m losing a member of my immediate family. While trying to come to terms with the situation I’ve written several pieces, here is one.
    Wrong Bus
    Whose fault is it? Just name others
    Keep playing around, the game only gets tougher
    Hide from the day under the same covers
    Just repeat yourself until the strain smothers
    It’s easy to do drugs and shame your mother
    It’s easy to lie and blame your brother

    It’s hard to look in the mirror, and not like what you see
    Easy to assume it’s the only way it could be
    It’s easy when it gets hard to pack up and runaway
    Keep telling yourselfyou’ll fix it someday

    When the questions get difficult it’s fun to scream
    Raise your voice feign ignorance, like you don’t know what I mean
    It takes courage to be honest with your self
    It takes determination, to flourish with the pain
    It takes heart to break the cycle and
    Not make every day the same

    You can stay still and sadness will find you
    You have to put in hard work and actually look for happiness
    But despair will blind you
    Ignore the future, live for the moment
    While the past sneaks up behind you
    How many times do I have to remind you?

    The only one whose ever got to live your life
    Is you
    You can either make excuses
    Or make due

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