I've been in and out of youtube these past few weeks eating up every bit of dance video I could find. Three days ago I began youtubing poetry slams and have had my mind blown open by the power of the spoken form. Such powerful speakers with charisma and heart tell the stories of their words and give you chilling goosebumps. I love it. I admire it. I covet it.
I've also been watching Game of Thrones the TV series. I've become a huge fan. I have been youtubing various Game of Thrones 'paraphernalia'. One such video credited their production designer Gemma Jackson. She is responsible for all the visuals of the fantasy world in which Game of Thrones takes place in. As I thought about her job I felt like I found my other calling?
I have two loves of my life.
One: is my academia. I am drawn like nerd to a flame when it comes to scientific discovery and groundbreaking research on neurology or anything psychologically related. I love to learn about and explore the human mind. I want to be a psychiatrist, a neurologist, a psychologist, a biochemist, a molecular biologist.
Two: is my art. I dance, I draw, I make music, I paint, I sculpt, I envision, I create (although truthfully my poetry is the only real thing I'm proud of enough to stick on dA.) The job of a production designer sounds like a dream come true for me - imagine someone handing you a script, a dialogue, a play, a musical score and asking you to create the visual world in which their art form must occur. To take someone's concept and let my mind expand and run free. To let it create and build - with purpose - a world. To see my creation come alive and to allow another's creations to come alive within my vision. Wow.
Obviously I just glorified production design right there. It's not complete artistic freedom. Every artist wants that and, professionally, not many (I think) do get that license. We all get clients - the people who pay us - and have to cater and hone our skills to meet the criteria of what the clients wants in the end. Very few people in the world get paid to do what they love. That's reality I think.
Anyway I just thought my journal needed an update. Though this was a complete ramble