The inspiration to be creative ebbs and flows in me, time and again. And this time, the resurgence has honestly been after several months. I blame it on life and its offerings. Always easier to walk away from something once you have transferred the blame to something outside of yourself. But isn't Life inside you.. ? How then can you transfer the blame for doing or not doing something on Life and still get away with it. Again.. strange are the ways of ..er...Life.
This time the inspiration in me is to write a play and direct it, maybe even make a movie of it. The thought started with a friend (now they have all become acquaintances, not so friends really) suggesting I put together a play. She wants to act and relive her youth but little does she know that putting a play together ain't all that easy missy. It requires a script, a strong script. Then it needs like-minded folk, artists, to come together. And finally and most importantly, pulling it together into a play, finding the location to perform and finding the audience to come view it.
It's a slow build-up, from idea to thought to inspiration. My inspiration today stems from the world of parallel cinema in India and how those eminent artists who we today call Satyajit Ray, Shabana Azmi, Ananth Nag, Sai Paranjpye emerged from their own shadows and with masterpieces as their first creation. Where did they really start and how did they put the stories, the narratives together to captivate their audience in a mesmerizing world of their own?
I dislike the languid flow that several of these parallel folk portrayed and would much rather it portrayed life in its true, livid mishmash of colors & emotions.
How did I build up to this post..? Well, a few different things, really. The fact that I have gotten back to reading (oops, listening to books while at work), the recommendation by another friend (acquaintance) to take up acting lessons and just this blog.. a harsh reminder to myself that I could be creative and wordsmith my way with a dark, yet real story.
The story could be about her. Dark, languid in her expressions yet alive in her raunchy lifestyle. She makes a great starting point for a story but I feel like her story lacks any additional spirit or drama. If she were to be the protagonist of my story, I don't know if she would have the characteristics required for a character to be endearing to the audience. And then the character would need to face this insurmountable obstacle that she overcomes, allowing the tale to ride its way to its end.
Where else then is my inspiration, my story, my drama, my movie?
This time the inspiration in me is to write a play and direct it, maybe even make a movie of it. The thought started with a friend (now they have all become acquaintances, not so friends really) suggesting I put together a play. She wants to act and relive her youth but little does she know that putting a play together ain't all that easy missy. It requires a script, a strong script. Then it needs like-minded folk, artists, to come together. And finally and most importantly, pulling it together into a play, finding the location to perform and finding the audience to come view it.
It's a slow build-up, from idea to thought to inspiration. My inspiration today stems from the world of parallel cinema in India and how those eminent artists who we today call Satyajit Ray, Shabana Azmi, Ananth Nag, Sai Paranjpye emerged from their own shadows and with masterpieces as their first creation. Where did they really start and how did they put the stories, the narratives together to captivate their audience in a mesmerizing world of their own?
I dislike the languid flow that several of these parallel folk portrayed and would much rather it portrayed life in its true, livid mishmash of colors & emotions.
How did I build up to this post..? Well, a few different things, really. The fact that I have gotten back to reading (oops, listening to books while at work), the recommendation by another friend (acquaintance) to take up acting lessons and just this blog.. a harsh reminder to myself that I could be creative and wordsmith my way with a dark, yet real story.
The story could be about her. Dark, languid in her expressions yet alive in her raunchy lifestyle. She makes a great starting point for a story but I feel like her story lacks any additional spirit or drama. If she were to be the protagonist of my story, I don't know if she would have the characteristics required for a character to be endearing to the audience. And then the character would need to face this insurmountable obstacle that she overcomes, allowing the tale to ride its way to its end.
Where else then is my inspiration, my story, my drama, my movie?