Thursday, April 19, 2012

A Good Book.

There's a place you are allowed entry to, when you're reading, that lets you know you're reading a Good Book. It feels like your peripheral vision narrows down to the area around this construct of paper and ink, and the space beyond that takes a darkened, vignette effect onto which your mind projects the imagery from the words and paragraphs in your hand.

It doesn't take a fantastically written story, or an amazingly unique premise. It's as simple as strong imagery coupled with subtle, fragile, larger-than-life elements, like a lace doily made of ice crystals that hides the Fate of The World. It enters your mind through your eyes, and the holes in the corner of your eyes and leaks into your waking vision, colouring your world in the Pantone shades the author has chosen to build his/her world with.

Good Books like these are few and far in between, and I might just give this one another read very soon. Have a dance with this one you guys, it's called The Night Circus. You won't regret it.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Remembering Yasmin























She had an unparalleled ability to tell sincere stories. The quality of light in her work was always perfect, like dust motes hanging frozen in a sunbeam. She wrote lovable, painfully real characters. And when she was done telling her story you were left wanting more.

I find my thoughts drifting to her more and more these days. I'm trying to pinpoint the exact way she inspires me. Or to be more precise I'm trying to determine how much like her I want to be. If I could even achieve 1% of what she had, I'd be happy.














If I had to choose, I would want her eye for composition. Her perfect lines, shapes and movement.















Could I have her soft, misty light that made each and every frame of her movies seem magical?














I'd never dare to ask for her ability to write romance and relationships. That was hers and hers alone. It came from a place deep within that no one else could come close to.














She had something special. And she had so much more of it to show us. Thanks Yasmin.