Feb 29, 2008 19:31
I never used to understand the draw towards having a blog. Livejournals were for keeping your friends in the loop, for keeping some log of your day to day..of the crises, or the joys..or in the case of my most favorite entries the drunken and vague messages that even you yourself eventually forget the translation and detailings of.
Writing doesn't have to have a purpose nor does it always have to have an audience. Dialogue, conversation..on the other hand I've found flourish in the written form. They make up some of the most important memories one can have without purpose. So I embrace a new turn of page and perhaps phrase and enter the word of blog for blogs sake. Answer, challenge, speak..but if you choose to do none at least think on what you're reading or don't read it at all.
The question for today..
Art...is it's true essence in the form or the story?
Whether it be cinematic, a penning across page, oil on canvas or something as simple as the putting together of a scrapbook or slide show..what draws us to it, makes us say..yes I like that or no it's not of my tastes? Is it the form so much as our interpretation of what's behind it that makes us prone to standing for hours staring or watching one movie over and over?
While I appreciate camera angles, wardrobing, even the caliber of acting it takes to really pull of a good film together I find myself wondering which is the art form. Would the story speak to me in the same way if say the lighting and detailing were different?
Often when a book is taken from written word to film there are obvious differences. That is after all why we call it an adaptation but even with differences how much of the love of the art is due to the story being told.