Emotions

 

I've been challenged to draw a comic for every blog post. So here's my first one. When Professor Leeper gave us permission in class to "take it out on him" on the blog, I had to take the opportunity to (by the way, that is Professor Leeper in the comic, as well as myself. I can understand if you can't tell...^_^; I'm not that great at drawing from real life).

So, despite what the comic suggests, I'm not actually going to rail on Leeper or on the movies we saw today. Yes, they were emotionally disturbing and made lunch a difficult ordeal, but isn't that what art should be about? If it produces an emotional response, whether it be joy or depression, isn't it doing its job? It reminds me of a quote from the Mamet reading last week: "Stanislavsky says there are two kinds of plays. There are plays that you leave, and you say to yourself, "By God, I just, I never, gosh, I want to, now I understand! What a masterpiece! Let's get a cup of coffee;' and by the time you get home, you can't remember the name of the play, you can't remember what the play was about. And there are plays-and books and songs and poems and dances that are perhaps upsetting or intricate or unusual, that you leave unsure, but which you think about perhaps the next day, and perhaps for a week, and perhaps for the rest of your life. Because they aren't clean, they aren't neat, but there's something in them that comes from the heart, and, so, goes to the heart."

I'd say that today we had a lot coming to our hearts. Or at least I did. And while it does make me sad and empty feeling, at the same time it is a strange reminder that I am human. I am responding normally. I have a heart and it beats and yearns and breaks at these films. That's what makes them beautiful, the masterful way they were able to make me respond. If that makes any sense.