Movie Day sucked. We’ll start there. If you have followed us for a while you know that Phillip and I spend one day a week lazily on the couch, in our pajamas, snacking and binging movies or tv shows. Down time, desperately needed downtime. We don’t check emails, we don’t go onto social media, we don’t do anything but decompress. With my health better, my teeth better, I have been eating things I haven’t eaten in years. Popcorn, check mix…..PORK RINDS!!!!! Oh, man. SO lovely, so wonderful.
We haven’t had Movie Day in a while so I was adamant we have it yesterday. I got tons of supplies. M&M’s, Jelly Bellies, potato chips, popcorn, etc. Ready to set my ass down with my husband and either get fully deep into a film, or sit back and laugh and make fun of it. Here’s the run down: start with a British film called, “Ghost Stories,” head to “Stan Lee’s Lucky Man,” then binge the rest of the day on “Castle Rock.”
“Ghost Stories” took 20 minutes before we turned it off. Boring. “Stan Lee’s Lucky Man,” also took no time to disappoint. I think 10 minutes in I had already gotten up and started doing the dishes. What the???? You don’t do work on MOVIE DAY???? But, I was desperate to find something to do. “Castle Rock.” Can you see me rolling my eyes? No? Then imagine it….
Third episode in I just looked to Phillip tossing a jelly bean in his mouth. He peered back, as potato chip crumbs fell from my lips as I said, “I know why everything we’re watching sucks.”
“Oh yeah? Why?”
“They’re all afraid of offending someone…..”
Whatever story they were trying to tell was obliterated. The were just the sanitized movements of people who cling to an alleged virtue. There was nothing interesting to say, nothing fruitful to watch or experience, nor even talk about because it was all so sterile.
The media has gotten that way hasn’t it? Books, films, music, television….they’re all kinda wimpy. Nothing to challenge, nothing to cause the reader, the listener, the watcher to stop for a moment and go, “Let me think on that, let me just….FEEL that for a second.” Art isn’t edgy anymore. And I hesitated to use that term. It just sounds….superficial.
But, art no longer moves towards the boundaries of what is acceptable and what isn’t anymore. “TRUMP SUCKS” isn’t edgy, it’s assembly line, manufactured, readily available, been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. Nothing new, nothing that demands a reflection of the artist upon the viewer. Whenever I see someone being edgy in the media now by being political with their art, I can only respond, “Bah! Humdrum….” (and let’s make something clear reader: being political usually means being anti-Trump. Fine, have your fun, follow the crowd. I’m old school. I don’t follow…..as a matter of fact, I piss people off because I don’t follow….And I kinda get a rise out of it.)
As a matter of fact I piss people off because I test the limits often, go places knitters that blog wouldn’t dare. They can’t take the risk of tarnishing their reputations. I respect that. I admire that. I wish I was like that. But, I’m not wired that way. I’m wired like an artist. I tend to be controversial, opinionated, outspoken and brash. Because I want you to look at something, REALLY LOOK at something in a different way.
And I own it. You may hate where I come from in my opinions, you may hate what I say about the life of a knitter, you may hate what I say about the knitting community, because other people won’t. Some people hate me for it, some people find me heroic. You may hate Gregory Patrick….but, you’re sure did notice him…didn’t you?
Maybe I do a disservice by calling myself a knitter. Maybe I should just call myself an artist…..who’s media includes fiber, visuals and words. Sometimes separately, sometimes, all at once….Sometimes hopeful and joyous. Sometimes painful and combative….depending on our far to the edge I wish to explore my own “brush on canvas,” on how much I really want to say.
Art isn’t about following. It really is about the impact of the creator’s own fringe worthy (not cringe!) but, fringe worthy attempt to step aside, look from outside, beyond the limits of what is permissible, and to report back in sounds, pictures, or to transcribe the experience.
….or KNIT the experience, thank you.
(Finally, we ended the night by watching “Yellowstone.” IT KICKED ASS! )
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