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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Emotion in Art
ReplyDeleteSimilar 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