Art Devours Loneliness

"I believe that all people are afraid of the same thing: being alone. When we are born, it is already in our genes that command us: Never be alone. So we scream, and Mommy comes. Later we surround ourselves with family, with friends, in order to maintain this feeling of security. The definition of art... Continue Reading →

Finally Cry

Late thoughts on Lars von Trier's Nymphomaniac - Volume 1 First there's darkness. The screen is black. The gaze sinks into darkness, into a tunnel of darkness. Quiet, muffled noises can be heard. But from where? This is not revealed by the blackness. A scene suddenly appears: light, gentle snow flocs and some water splashing in... Continue Reading →

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