In the flawed there lies great beauty: Torn pages. Crackles on vinyl. Scratches over celluloid frames. The limitations of physical media become an inescapable component of the art we consume. They place the fiction within a reality, and reveal them both to be susceptible to the ravages of time. More precisely, they expose the beauty within art’s tales and emotion as being mortal - just like us.
Screenshot from Detour (1945, Edgar G. Ulmer)
Sitting on precipices. Sunsets. Desert. Mountains. Wild West. Wanderlust.
Working for the Weekends. #postgrad