Sometimes I forget who I am. Or why I am? And it’s not because I don’t appreciate the abundant beauty of the waking world and the miracle that is my family, nor that I am jaded or cynical or confused. It’s more so because of the spam that builds up in our inboxes, unopened. The clutter of life, the detritus of our daily routine that eventually builds up and fogs the tank.
To me the purpose of art is to wipe clean that fog and offer us a glimpse of the splendor beyond ourselves which in turn,ironically, restores clarity to our own reflections. When I hear a great, blood-surging album like Mr. Children’s REFLECTION or see a powerful, ridiculously loved-over movie like CHAPPiE which taps directly into me as if it were hardwired, I remember who I am and I vow to keep on just so I can see what’s next.
At one time, I would write lengthy reviews, breaking down essentially unquantifiable experiences and limiting them to descriptive words but today this is the best endorsement I can offer either of these entertainments.