I thought a lot yesterday after my article, about the fact that some artists, some stories, some movies are disturbing, or hard to understand, or even toxic to us. Some persons too!
I talked a lot about this idea, which is like an obsession to me.
I could listen to Abba all day but sometimes I feel I have to explore Mahler, even if it’s very complicated. I have to read, to listen many times, it’s a mess. I need to make efforts. I have to work.
I watched Mission Impossible 6 and it was such a pleasure. But I need to watch Manchester by the Sea, and Ladybird, and Phantom Thread, and Bergman’s Persona – I needed 3 evenings to finish this last one. Efforts : it was like a puzzle for the mind, it was complicated.
“Pourquoi faire simple quand on peut faire compliqué”, say the French. Why being simple when you can be complicated?
How come I want to explore things which need… efforts? I don’t know. Exploring is a good feeling. And I love structures : I dream to watch every movie of 1960 just to have an idea of the mood of the era. I will attack Miles Davis one day. I promise.
Mahler is hard. Proust is hard. Bergman is hard. Bacon (the painter) is hard. And learning a new language too!
I don’t think it’s about efforts, even if it’s needed. It’s about exploring. Extending something. Enriching? Of course, one solution is to quit, or to give up on these beginnings. But I won’t : I need to be disturbed, I beg.
Why? Because it changes things in you. Progress, it’s about. Evolving.
It’s like when I see a new challenge in Gurushots. I have to take a steampunk photo, and I don’t have any pictures of that. I have to invent one. It’s… a challenge – I had great fun.
Thanks for reading!
Happily, the challenge today was “Green”. Not to hard :
a french toolbox 