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“The Artist” – confronting the Death by Sensory Overload by Misha Lyuve

Feb 24, 2012

Do you want to watch a movie? A black-and-white movie? A black-and-white silent movie?

No! No! No! No!

I want color! I want 3-D! I want surround sound! I want effects! I want action! I want sexy good looking cast! And while watching, I want to eat buttery popcorn and sip on super-sized coke (not diet)! Please entertain me!

No wonder real life might seem like a bore. In fact, I wonder how with all this massive overstimulation we are still capable of feeling anything.

Michel Hazanavicius, the director of “The Artist”, somehow dared to take on a mission impossible: to create a movie out of a pretty unexciting story, not so famous cast, not a single spoken dialogue and in black-and-white. I guess the dude really wanted to make a point. I am just curious about his motivations: was it a profound hope for humanity or prudent distaste of current cinema culture or just a drunken bet?

So I recommend you go and surprise yourself with how little you need in a movie to get handsomely entertained – you won’t miss human voices or special effects or famous faces – all that with one caveat, which leads me to the last point I wanted to make. I was puzzled for a while why the movie was called “The Artist”. Probably not because George Valentin, the main character, said it once about himself nor because his doggie (by the way, you can follow her on Twitter now @Uggie_TheArtist) played out wonderful artistic tricks. Was Hazanvicius really referring to himself? – What do you think?

Brithday rants by Misha Lyuve

Feb 18, 2012

The pitfall of a birthday: counting grey hairs, reflecting on how quickly time flies and comparing your accomplishments to what you think they should’ve been. Grrr… Let’s not do that ever again. At least not on your birthday.

I also used to think that with years I was becoming a better person. Bullshit. The measure of my “goodness” hasn’t changed since my birth. Do you know those moments from the past that still make you cringe because of what you did or said? — My intentions then were as good as they are now; but I became somewhat more aware of my words and actions. And that hasn’t completely eliminated these moments of awkwardness and regret.

As for regrets, I do my best not to foster them. In fact, I profusely get it in my bones how all good, bad and ugly is weaved into the fabric of my life preparing me for what’s next. — But, please, can this all happen faster? — I can’t get over that I spent most of my life in a delusional dream where I was a clueless eager moron with good intentions. Maybe I have gotten a little better now that I am showing vague signs of awakening. Though in a decade from now, I might think that I was just flattering myself.

‘Nough of rants, in reality… Time isn’t flying nowhere and life is pretty astounding. This week I had my first rehearsal for my first album “Songs of Love and Transformation” – it was unbelievable and moving to tears and lots of work ahead – and you bet, I am singing my heart out. And one of my songs goes like this:

I’m a lover

I’m a poet

I’m an artist

And my tireless passion like water carves rocks into castles

Take it or leave it

Grow it or kill it

Drink it or spill it

But you better believe it

I’ll find a pathway to my masterpieces

Happy birthday me!

I Love You by Misha Lyuve

Feb 12, 2012

Of Grave Dangers of Inspiration by Misha Lyuve

Feb 5, 2012

In this short essay I would like to warn you of dangers of Inspiration.

After suffering for over a week without Inspiration over writing my next blog posting, I decided to go cold turkey and pursue my writing without it. I apologize that this might sound more as a warning on a medicine bottle than romantic writing you might’ve expected.

I will start with a confession: the past year I rode the journey of writing ART BEAUTY LIFE blog on ups and downs of Inspiration. If you experienced Inspiration before, you are likely to be familiar with its short term effects that result in mood enhancement, increased productivity and feeling as if you have “wings”.

The typical trouble situation comes when Inspiration doesn’t arrive or, even worse, leaves you hanging in the middle of the process. It’s like getting dumped dry and naked on a highway. It is very common in this situation to experience withdrawal symptoms similar to the ones described by individuals addicted to certain external substances.

Intense withdrawal reaction from Inspiration can push reasonable and sane people to take some questionable steps. If they don’t find Inspiration in decent socially accepted places, like museums, symphony halls, sunsets and mountain views, in despair they can turn their search to mundane aspects of daily life, for instance examining patterns on sewer lids (see Where is your Picasso??) or of cigarette butts in ashtrays.

I am sure it is apparent now how the co-dependency on Inspiration can take Inspirationoholics into the downfall spiral of self-distruction and disapointments.

Below are three tested tips that will help deal with Inspiration

– If you feel the very first symptoms of Inspiration, engage your will power to distract yourself and stay away from any productive activities till Inspiration passes

– If Inspiration has effected an area of your life, do your best to contain it by not spreading it to others

– If Inspiration took over your life, please stay away from people, especially the ones you like – it might be contagious