“The whole world is moving, and I’m standing still.”
I have watched this video over a dozen times just today. I don’t remember the first time I saw it, but I remember the seconds slowing down. Even now, I can’t watch it without burning up inside. This is painful art.
There’s so much here – the obvious grief in the music, the simplicity of the art – but what gets me every time is the story. It frustrates me to no end, and here’s why: I don’t know what the artist is saying. I don’t know the literal story he was drawing. I don’t know the purpose. I don’t know the point. Just when I think I might know, it slips past me.
Can’t relate? Watch it again, this time approaching it from the girl’s point of view. It’s a completely different feeling. Watch it again, try to grab onto the story. It slips through your fingers.
It isn’t that there’s no way to interpret the meaning; it’s that there’s too many. There are too many reflections to pick just one. The artist has, in a very real way, disappeared from his own art.