Friday, 7 February 2014

I Believe (Article)

I’ve always believed that art doesn’t come out of nothingness, art is an inspiration and inspiration needs some kind of a catalyst. This catalyst is either an outer or an inner force, and usually the inner force comes from another outer force so it’s basically an outer force that directs our inspiration. Inspiration therefore is an instinct, a kind of matter that, is according to physics, isn't created or destroyed.

Phrasing it that way leads to the conclusion that all the contents of any kind of art is already there, just waiting to be discovered and spoken off. This makes music a translation of the instincts and a certain emotion that the composer once felt. Similarly, it makes a painting a reflection of the inner psyche of its painter. Writing and movie production then are not irregulars to this equation.

Once I think of it that way I realize that Romantic Movies are not just a production made to sell by playing on the emotions of the spectators. No one is creative, creation is just there and waits to be translated and written out and publicized and made known to the world. This already existing creation thus comes in the form of art, any kind of art. Accordingly, movies like The Notebook, for example, do occur in real life, even if not known to us, they are similar to such a story.  Movies like Warm Bodies also do exist, if we put the metaphors aside of course. While looking at the core or the message of these movies I reach only one conclusion or only one purpose; they are made to make people believe.

After World Wars I and II people lost belief. They lost belief in whatever can be believed in. they lost faith in God, humanity, purpose of existence, they lost belief in love as it only caused pain as a result of the dramatic end and loss created by the wars. They had only one belief left, they believed in pain and misery.  While watching this kind of movies, ones like The Notebook, Pearl Harbor, Warm Bodies, Titanic and a lot more, I realize that the reason for which such kind of art exists is to make us believe again.

Thinking about that, I don’t deny the fiction and fantasy of course included in these works. I don’t deny that these works contain a certain portion of materialism, fantasy and illogicality. Yet, when disregarding all of the elements and only concentrating on the message of the power of love, we can find that there is still a hope in meeting such kind of sacrificial love. There is a belief in the power of love and the more you believe the more you’re most likely to meet it for real and live with it forever. For that kind of thought and for such overwhelming emotions of love, I want to say that I believe. I do believe that love is so powerful and sweet and the more you believe in it, the more you’re most likely to meet it for real and live a story that would sweep you off your feet and carry you far away into the stars that never die or get their light extinguished. I do believe in love and I’ll be waiting for it when it knocks my doors and smash my windows, forcing itself inside. I do believe in love, so do you?



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