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Dec. 30th, 2004 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wendyzskiA few days ago, I wrote about lost dreams. About watching LOTR, and knowing that my chances for glory are for the most part, past.
On the LOTR DVD appendices, there is some material about a young filmmaker named Cameron, that PJ and Fran admired and supported, and who was dying of cancer. There are two of his short films on there, and they have some very wise things to say.
In his last film, Cameron talks about how he's not afriad of dying, but "I don't want to be forgotten".
I think that's the crux for any artist. We need to make things. Whether it's a painting, a film, a song - we need to make something bigger than ourselves. To touch something beyond what we see. To experience more, and to turn that into something that other people can understand. Because this CAN'T be all there is.
I sit here alone in my apartment, feeling very small and alone. Thinking back to what I wanted to do, to have, to be. There's a fine line between introspection and moping. And it's hard to feel self-pity when you see the horrors that are slowly coming to light in the areas hit by the tsunami. I mean, I am still here. I have food, heat, a roof over my head. That should be enough.
But it isn't.
I can't stand the thought that I will be forgotten. That the world may turn on without even a blip for me. That I didn't matter. I'm a short, fat, middle-aged woman now, and the idea that this is all I am is ashes to me.
On the LOTR DVD appendices, there is some material about a young filmmaker named Cameron, that PJ and Fran admired and supported, and who was dying of cancer. There are two of his short films on there, and they have some very wise things to say.
In his last film, Cameron talks about how he's not afriad of dying, but "I don't want to be forgotten".
I think that's the crux for any artist. We need to make things. Whether it's a painting, a film, a song - we need to make something bigger than ourselves. To touch something beyond what we see. To experience more, and to turn that into something that other people can understand. Because this CAN'T be all there is.
I sit here alone in my apartment, feeling very small and alone. Thinking back to what I wanted to do, to have, to be. There's a fine line between introspection and moping. And it's hard to feel self-pity when you see the horrors that are slowly coming to light in the areas hit by the tsunami. I mean, I am still here. I have food, heat, a roof over my head. That should be enough.
But it isn't.
I can't stand the thought that I will be forgotten. That the world may turn on without even a blip for me. That I didn't matter. I'm a short, fat, middle-aged woman now, and the idea that this is all I am is ashes to me.
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Date: 2004-12-31 03:57 pm (UTC)In all light-heartedness, you could always shoot someone famous. They'll even remember your middle name then too.
You've made your good impression on me, dear girl. In the end, those who please me are all that matter.
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Date: 2005-01-01 04:51 am (UTC)They might even spell it right.
Seriously, though - you, forgotten? Notta CHANCE! Neither fandom nor rendom will let it happen.
JCW da DMG