I just watched this documentary, which was great and uplifting and inspiring and also heartbreaking:
Sure, I want to show it to my students to inspire them to go be creative, but when was the last time I made art? When was the last time I really created something?
And when was the moment when I decided scholarly articles were the same as creative work?
I watch this and feel like I should drop everything and go make something right now, but I would want it to be art, not pissing out some scrapbook hobby thing.
The director has a great interview statement in the extras of the dvd, first about how making art is so hard and so frightening that we can easily be consumed by self doubt and give up the difficult work of making art, and second that women especially often don't know who they are and what they really want, distracted by the constant rush of putting everyone else's needs first.
What are we collectively missing out on when we force a majority of the academy to frantically run in place in the effort to obtain a permanent job?
What are we collectively missing out on when we force a majority of the workforce in general to frantically run in place in the effort to survive on a low-wage, contingent job?
If we had a moment to really stop and think for a moment and catch our breaths, would we begin to figure out the answers?
If we had a moment to really stop and think for a moment and catch our breaths, would we at least begin to figure out the questions?