Why do you do what do despite all this struggle? It’s a difficult question to answer every time I’m asked in an interview.
To be honest, I don’t know. But that’s a boring answer. So I think hard every time.
I want to share my take on things, my experiences in life and love, observations on people, epiphanies and alternative perspectives, cathartic narratives, deeply personal secrets that I can hide in plain sight… to name a few things I feel strongly about.
But the truth probably is not about what I want to share but the why… I think artists are lonely souls. What we can’t share with a soulmate, we put out into the world as art, as stories, as films… hoping that these thoughts and feelings would reach someone in this world who feels equally passionate about these very things. Some day. In the hope that we would be understood for who we really are. Long after we are gone.
Beneath convenient labels of appearance, race, age, gender, religion, nationalities or bank balance. We want someone to GET us. For what we truly are.
We thirst for a connect. Maybe why I don’t GET people who aren’t passionate or have no interest beyond the superficial parameters of success, stability, societal codes, systemic standards or loose definitions of who we are.
As people. Absolutely little nothings in an infinite expanse of time and space… with something to say. Made of the same thing but defined by our art, stories, film and this mad struggle of life itself.