The artists whose works I tend to consider brilliant or fascinating always seem to have put together, or be in the process of building up, a coherent, well-furnished world of their own. They assemble cinematographic moments, they grow sounds, or construct paragraphs that act as a sort of cells adding up to the bigger picture, while standing their own ground as a sample of the artistic vision.
For one who is familiar with and interested in a director, musician, author, painter, and so on, a randomly-selected piece of work can, I argue, be recognized as belonging to the "author".
To illustrate, the scene below is a strong puzzle piece of the hunting universe of David Lynch. It contains stylistic elements, such as the monster and the melody, the colors and the tension, as well as hints of a story.
For one who is familiar with and interested in a director, musician, author, painter, and so on, a randomly-selected piece of work can, I argue, be recognized as belonging to the "author".
To illustrate, the scene below is a strong puzzle piece of the hunting universe of David Lynch. It contains stylistic elements, such as the monster and the melody, the colors and the tension, as well as hints of a story.
Or what about a bitter sweet melody, sung by a deep, compassionate voice, almost echoed, going "We are the pretty petty thieves/ and you're standing on our streets/ where Hector was the/ first of the gang with a gun in his hand"? Fits perfectly into Steven Patrick Morrissey's print of gloomy humor and social advocacy.
I believe we can find the "author" also in books paragraphs, or pages, if you may. At this point, my partner became to disagree, indicating that movies and music use more complex media, such as visuals and story line, sound and lyrics, while reading a page of a given book will not contain enough to support its writer. Yet, I find the medium of the written word to be as powerful and contain as many hints as a Lynch scene. I'm thinking choice of words, syntax, hints of characters, ideas on existence in general.
"As Gregor Samsa awoke from unsettling dreams one morning, he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin". The setting of the unsettling Kafka-esque in the otherwise secluded place of one's sleep reveals the identity of its author from the beginning.
Fair enough, this will not apply to all the works of art, nor to all its viewers, listeners, readers. But I often find myself in front of a book paragraph admiring its intensity and clear place in the overall puzzle of he or she who has created it. I've collected quotes for a long time, up until I drove myself crazy with their number and my my eagerness to remember them. That aside now, I can only pick the pieces out and humbly study their essence, corners, and place.
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