"Currently waiting by the wings for my cue . . . in the meantime I'm in a period of daily learning, through occasional artistic encounters, while humbly keeping Socrates' instruction in mind to 'know thyself'."
The Maltese-r's #StaySafe Journals - THROUGH THE TUNNEL PASSAGE
Foreword - Through The Tunnel Passage
The struggling chirping usually was heard occasionally close to my room blended into the blur of roadworks, angry motorists and early regulars walking by in the neighbourhood.
A few weeks ago, as I was oiling my mental writing gears, racking my brain further on to get back into blogging, I had the TV muted on the film A Good Year . . .
There is that striking part, shot-wise, (which is strongest at the end) where it goes from the protagonist in France, surrounded by natural colour, sunlight and vivacity he will learn to accept and gain later on (spoiler - sorry!) talking to his stiff-necked materialist colleagues in London who are drenched in drab grey.
Despite my forte being in theatre, I get curious in the other art forms, be it film, radio. In any form I am always drawn to contrast, and drawn to the approaches taken in the film, in shot, plot and vision.
When we're in an unexpected situation where we're cornered out of the rat race and mainstream mentalities that makes us take things for granted, even when the source of the situation is a pandemic virus, the best way to overcome the anxiety that drags us down is to take these quarantines as our breathers to step back and recall what makes us tick, what are those things that had livened us up and will revive us when the storm ends.