I realized that I have forgotten the "the"s in previous additions to this post. Yet this addition is rather a guideline, for it's not that straightforward to figure out the best way to read this piece. Start with the first one, at the very end. Move to the second and then the third. And you already read the fourth.
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Third addition...
It's the fundamental asset of a being; creativity for observing the world and perceiving things uniquely... It's surrounded by the world of others, or better to say the world as a product iterated through the history of mankind... Then again there is a feeling revealing itself when we are not busy with things other than living. Beauty is the manifestation of existence. Not the routines, not the learned genuinenesses, not the primitive sincerities, not the functions, not the status, not the paradigms within societies - I mean neither the Amazons nor the Kibele, not anything we dream of other than who we are.
In the schools of thought, in the libraries, in the universities or in the barracks, in the military headquarters, or in the assemblies, in the media, in the companies, factories or farms, in nowhere basically the roles we take reveals what we are capable of. And what I mean with 'we', is everybody - so for so long transformed into other beings to comply with the iterated structures, as frameworks for our lives are imposed hastily in our lives from day one. Some good some bad but altogether very inefficient so that half of the humans on the planet is quite hungry, quite insecure, fighting to live without the time to think about what living is.
And for the people with time, what is written is to be read and forgotten...
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Second addition...
Stuck in doing things less then what you can to comply with the necessities of living transforms that very living into something else. There are many things fragile in our existence take life basically, or the coincidences so continuously shaping our destinies/futures - like cold tolerance of flower buds, or the preciseness in chemistry of things - from baking powder in a cake to creation of love...
But there are mechanisms within the system. The clock ringing before sunrise, the bus taking you to 'your' work, the hierarchical sword - took a long time to sharpen - of a Greek philosopher swinging promptly over you from ages, and the happiness bestowed upon you as a dividend for taking part in it. But hold on, was it not your choice?
Were you ever capable of risking it altogether to follow the Carthaginian warlord's path, opening a road where roads are already set famously intersecting at one point in the city...
Powder in your fingers is not brought to you from some other factory, it's yours and yours alone. There is a feeling which makes you wake up at night and remains deep inside after some medication or meditation to sleep. Giving the bliss to people, was it supposed to make you happy? By the way, why do you wake up?
He never liked the feeling of entrapment either in a place or in some mindset. But he had his own ideals, humane so much so that they rarely exist in the face of this planet. The roads and the mechanisms were already set. The turn is to set your clock and adjust... Then wake up.
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First addition...
Are you happy? No no it's not me who's asking you this question. It's yourself.
I wonder if it is possible to induce happiness?
Lost as a package of good on a supermarket shelf or like an ore waiting in piles for the heat and the human touch, there is sadness in the eyes of the wise as much as happiness. But it's no good, I mean the state of being vulnerable and weak, hurt by the agonies of oneself. Over and over again about the same mistakes that are likely to haunt in the future, there we are, thinking my friend. Analysis always fail at some point as we did. Such an hypnotizing sound is the pain afterwards, that you know you should leave behind, and hopefully you can. Why couldn't I ever learn how to play piano?
Remorse is a cliff, better we just avoid. Where is it? The happiness... And the next question is how do I get it? Such mistakenly you ask, when you can only get things that could be gotten.
Maybe there aren't any useful products that would bring elation.
An artist looks through his heart and puts in whatever he does, unlike machines or machine-like humans in their gray-scale worlds... But it's spreads over colors until becoming mandatory for your heart to remain solely in your body.
Then everybody, even you (and me), know deeply and yearn for it, the true happiness. It's not sold, not hidden, not waiting to be found, not owed, not earned, nothing related to the worldly matters we find ourselves in, rocks, soil, water, fire or endless tools.
Is it a bliss to see the world in a way it is not?
Is it really because of bliss that you say 'no the world is not gray'?
Questions and questions... I miss, you my friend, happiness...
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Sundance Film Festival - Special Jury Prize for Short Films
South by SouthWest - Best Animated Short
Academy Award (1999) - Nominee - Best Animated Short
ResFest – Audience Award for Best Film, Grand Audience Prize for Best Film
Aspen Shorts Fest - Special Jury prize
World Fest Houston - Gold / Special Jury Prize for Shorts
USA Film Festival - Dallas - Grand Jury Prize for Shorts
Toronto International Short Film Fest - Best Animated Short, Best Short Overall
Stony Brook Film Fest - Best Short Film
Message to Man International Film Festival - Russia – Best International Debut Film
PhilaFilm - Philadelphia – Best Animated Short
Annie Awards – Nominee for Best Animated Short Subject
St. Louis International Film Festival - Best Short Film
Upsalla International Short Film Festival/Sweden - Audience Award for Best Film
San Francisco Indie Fest – Audience Award
As far as awards, they go in the list above... Is the short film More dates before Matrix or after? Actually I am not sure if this question is any good. Matrix in the end is a movie with books written about it. Probably the same monotone scheme reflected over the lives of people depicted in both made me ask it. In this short movie you can find the following elements;
-color as a symbol
-depressing routines
-ironic contrasts
-(humans as) estranged creatures
Happiness as a product is a well framed story underground in this short-film. Main themes (as
far as I understand there are more than one) are the reproduction of artistic content, effect of mass production and mass consumption on human nature, dilemma of creative cycles, being content with less... Maybe I should stop before it turns into a movie critique.
I liked this short-film and believe that you will do so.
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