It's just ideas. And cameras. And microphones.
Dream big. Begin small.
You're unique. Capture that in a bottle and release it into the world.
The world won't care at first, because artistry is a long game. It takes time to learn about ourselves, and our craft.
But we're better than we were three years ago. Better still than we were three months ago.
Watch films. Read books.
Stop watching films. Stop reading books, and create stuff.
Stop creating stuff and go have a romance, or a road trip. Go on a roller-coaster. Reconnect with your daughter.
Artists are the sum total of the magic alchemy of their unique lives. Dreaming mixed with insight mixed with expertise mixed with luck.
Rejection and failure are part of the game. The bitterness makes you fucked up. That's your edge, that's when you say "screw the rules" and reinvent the wheel.
Charlie Chaplin. Tupac Shakur. Ayrton Senna. Bill Hicks. Bruce Springsteen. All my heroes, in their respective fields, got screwed over by the system, by the gatekeepers. Yet they succeeded.
They're the masters. Lesser known artists thrive every day, all around the world.
It begins with an idea. An impulse. Years ago, 'Shawshank Redemption' didn't exist yet. And then Stephen King had to decide whether his idea was worthwhile or not.
J.K. Rowling was travelling on a train. A thought hit her. Something about wizards and quidditch. She decided to write it down and eventually I hear she did pretty well.
Anything is possible. Dream big, begin small.