Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Of Creator's Paradox

Weeks have passed since I started charging my thoughts on how any idea written or drawn or composed or materialized in any way always turn out to be something quite original on it's own, but never completely true to the original intent. It's as if there always was some kind of wall that separated the piece of art from its quintessence.

I can feel it very well with the Fire Ensemble. All those five different fires are much more connected than it seems, because the materialization of these feelings as characters forced me to break them apart in separate beings. But in the end Hephaestus has too much of Aine in it, in a way I could have made him to be her son. Or maybe Zhu Rong could be Hephaestus' brother, or Trygve's son. Aine could be Vesta's mother, or the very opposite.

But it doesn't seem to be a really impossible task. It seems to be more a certain matter of skill, as experienced artists can seem to craft a soul in their works, so notes become music, two-dimensional lines create the tridimensional world they imagined, or a text becomes something more than an accumulation of sequential words and his ideas are clear to the reader (the quintessence is transferred). The emet element seems to happen when there's a successful materialization of the quintessence.

Also, maybe those perennial motifs are those in which names captured successfully the quintessences that are the emotional responses...

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