G. Steve Journal

A Life of It's Own

No doubt this sentiment describes the way many artists have channeled their desire for expression in a meaningful way:

Aristotle talks of our passions as being like a horse which has a life of its own. We are riders who have to take into account the life [of] the horse [in] order to guide it where we want it to go. We are not called to suppress our passions or compulsions, nor to confront them head on, nor to be governed by them, but to orientate [sic] them in the direction we want to go.

                                                                                                –– Jean Vanier, Becoming Human

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What Kind of Egg

Unlike still photography, shooting and editing short films is more of a process –– typically one that is fraught with anxiety as one reviews the overwhelming volume of disparate bits of film and audio from which an understandable and compelling finished product is to somehow emerge.

Came across two observations from artists describing this predicament and outcome; Frankenstein author Mary Shelley, who wrote:

Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.

and Poet T.S. Eliot:

We do not know until the shell breaks what kind of egg we have been sitting on.