Probably the worst part about being an artist
is that when you spend a lot of time with a specific art form, it begins to lose its magic. You can now see behind the curtain, you can see the hands holding the strings, and it no longer gives you the special feeling it used to. Now, your only option is to create the magic and that special feeling for others to enjoy. But if you can no longer experience it yourself, especially with something that you yourself made, how do you know if you’ve succeeded in creating it? How do you know how it really makes others feel? What if they just don’t get it? You just have to give it your all and hope for the best.
1:46 am • 25 August 2014
Today we lost a legend.
His performances in films such as Mrs. Doubtfire, Aladdin and Hook, among others, had a tremendous impact on me as a child. (Jumanji was the first movie I saw in theaters and I remember the experience vividly!) Growing older and watching his brilliant standup as well as his more dramatic roles (Good Will Hunting has become one of my all-time favorites) and learning that he improvised many of his lines made me realize what a genius he was. Now, seeing everyone’s posts, I know I’m not alone in this sentiment. There was something about him that seemed to resonate with everyone; be it his warmth, his child-like energy or his fearless sense of humor. He was beloved by an entire generation and his work will, without a doubt, be lovingly shared with generations to come. When a great artist dies, they never really leave, because their work, and its effect on people, live on forever. Thank you for the memories, Robin. Those from my childhood and those still to come.
12:07 am • 12 August 2014