A quote from the film Yi Yi. In the movie, Yang-Yang read a letter to his grandma in his grandma’s funeral:
“I’m sorry, Grandma. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to you. I think all the stuff I could tell you… You must already know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t always tell me to ‘Listen!’ They all say you’ve gone away. But you didn’t tell me where you went. I guess it’s someplace you think I should know. But, Grandma, I know so little. Do you know what I want to do when I grow up? I want to tell people things they don’t know. Show them stuff they haven’t seen. It’ll be so much fun. Perhaps one day… I’ll find out where you’ve gone. If I do, can I tell everyone, and bring them to visit you? Grandma, I miss you. Especially when I see my newborn cousin who still doesn’t have a name. He reminds me that you always said you felt old. I want to tell him that I feel I am old, too.”
My expectation for the content of my blogs:
For me the key of artmaking is storytelling. We always need good storytellers. This piece by JULIE MEHRETU shows the narrative style that I’m obsessed with. Yes, it is a massive storm, but I know the direction of the wind started the storm.
Yeah, I shall let the wind blow. Enjoy!