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Here’s the thing. The art you love will never be true to the events it mirrors, mimics, or illustrates. It can’t be done because even though the mediums are diverse, a medium will never be diverse enough to satisfy all needs and contexts of life.
That’s the beauty of art. It leaves a place for you. It only works because it ends and begins. It’s edited. It’s up to you to decide how it continues.
I love @BenjaminEPark thread today that basically says ‘hey! You love Hamilton? Here’s some more books to dive you into the history!’ It continues the journey of the individual.
Responses that basically equal ‘this piece of art isn’t true’ are unhelpful. Art just can’t be true. It can give you an edited version of the truth but nothing more. The truth is so much bigger than you or I can be. And that is beautiful.
So build your love of something. Find it’s faults so you can build something new. Let an old film or book push you deeper into understanding life and yourself.
I used to wonder what the difference was between idols and sculptures as a kid. Right now I would say it’s the difference between knowing something is limited and artful or looking for the thing to be a god.
Here is the tweet by Park I mentioned. https://twitter.com/benjaminepark/status/1279430441821515776?s=21
