Tweet of the Day: The Author’s Voice – Diane Dooley
Art is visceral.
For good or for ill.
Many times, it is both, with no dividing line in between.
No, there is none, what so ever.
I would like to have one, even a squiggly, snaking line on the beach that any five year old can break with a stick or the kind that will not survive the high tide.
Even at its most repulsive, exploitative or explicit, a scene can still attract us. A rape can excite us. We root for the winners of bloody battles and we don’t seem to flinch when our worst horrors are shoved down our throats. We even pay for the privilege. So, is there any difference between showing the hard truths of life and the glamor in which movies, games and books cloak said brutal realities? Even if you find something repulsive, I may find it at least tolerable. What serves to me as a life affirming lesson may be nothing more than a cheap thrill to you.
We can seek shelter from the hard truths, but truth is fact and facts are undeniable even for those who insist in living in denial. The more we run, the faster they catch up with us. But is also true that most of things that excite us, secretly if not publicly, would horrify us if they intruded in our lives.
We who call ourselves artist know that this is inescapable. We can trim the fat, create a sense of distance, but at the end of the day we succeed or fail as we balance ourselves on this seesaw. Perhaps it is why, while there is nothing new under the sun, the conversation, between the creator and his audience still continues.
A million little kids trying to scratch lines in the sand.