No Muse, No Film?

A friend brought up a most important factor last night, which is probably the main reason for my inability to produce a short this past few months - I haven’t had a muse for the longest time. As juvenile as that sounds, I’d like to believe that it’s the one thing that kept me going during my most prolific (hardworking?) years in college. And by muse I mean, it can either be a frequent collaborator (as Robert De Niro was Scorsese’s, Diane Keaton was Allen’s, Anna Karina was Godard’s, etcetera.) or it can be your personal source of inspiration outside the film. Ahem. Anyway.

In retrospect, having one is especially crucial for someone who believes in the idea of personal filmmaking (whatever that is. Hahaha.) Human emotion after all is the most powerful resource that can be tapped for creative cultivation. Because really, we’re not all meant to observe poverty and milk it for what it’s worth. Some people need to experience real human emotions themselves and translate that into their own stories, which may or may not have elements based on actual things that have happened (but that’s another topic, which I’d love to talk about in detail another time. Haha.)

Which brings me back to my present issue at hand. I need a goddamn muse - an actor, a co-writer or a real-life lover. HAHAHA. I mean seriously, I’ve reached a point where I’m actually willing to go “ghost hunting” and get hurt again, just so I could feel something and have some sort of material I can work on. Hahaha. RIGHT.

(Source: peggymoffitt)