After having enjoyed verbally venting for almost a week continuously, words were suddenly interrupted. My focus shifted back to the visuals and the theory of current situations. I regressed and took shelter within my own mind, crowded as it is.
It felt almost trivial to consider creativity. It was not, I suppose, the correct approach and almost felt frivolous.
Until Friday.
Two things happened. I stopped holding my breath. And I took myself on a trip to the GFT. We need not enter into a dialogue surrounding my breath. But the Glasgow Film Theatre I will happily discuss. A place of layers and emotions. Of memories and debates. Of tentative dates and goodbyes.
Goodbye Christopher Robin in Screen 2, unexpectedly ripped the plaster off my heart and countless tears poured down my face. I will never tire of the capacity cinema has to hold our dreams whilst replaying our sorrows and joys. As a mother and as an artist, this film wove its way into my brain and sparks of memory flickered in time to the narrative, right to the last beat. Crying may not be everyone’s comfortable chair but sometimes we have to sink into it, making sure we don’t spill tea down ourselves. Tears can release such volumes of worry whilst simultaneously nurturing hope!
I am not here to tell you about the film, not today.
I’m here to talk about artists. Our limits don’t exist , others may try to curtail or fit us into a box, or understand us. They may google us but they’ll never get close to seeing our whole being. There may even be people who ‘get us’, of whom we are humbly glad to meet. But we will never stop evolving, and will push beyond, sometimes over our own dirt lines. We, the artists and our ideas, are discarded, laughed at and often these days passed over for virtual worlds. But what seems to be lost too often, is that within the artist lies hope, passion and progress. In the artist lies all of us! When a society rises, there will be artists in every corner.
In this week of disbelief and a community striving to simply stand up, I am reminded that my cloudy, rain-smirred home town has always stood up. Many times. And often for a community far away, but whose hearts need holding. The history of Glasgow’s ability to hold hearts with those who need supported is a story that is one of many towns across the world. But my pride for mine will never falter.
Where there is hope there is strength. Where there is unity there is a future. Where there is an artist, there is infinity for us all. And sometimes, even when the artist is obliterated and the work silenced, there is still a trace! We will never stop stepping forward. We will never stop watching your backs. We WILL not allow this world to lose its colour and its beauty. As long as there is art, there is life.
Please take a moment to read the link below, it’ll tell you how today’s words came about
http://www.glasgowsculpture.com/pg_images.php?sub=lapasionaria