There are times in my life when I experience what can only be described as serenity. To me, this is the purpose of art, all art. To somehow take you to a place where there are no words, where you feel like you need never speak again, because you are at peace with everything, with the world. There is no need to explain, no need to describe, no need for anything except existence.
Galleries do this to me, occasionally, books too, and sometimes, movies. But only when I go to see them alone, in an almost empty theatre, and only when the movie is in itself, some way, a good movie.
Music, too, but generally, only symphonies have the complexity and beauty required.
It doesn't last long, a couple of hours at most, but while it does, it's joyous.
Galleries do this to me, occasionally, books too, and sometimes, movies. But only when I go to see them alone, in an almost empty theatre, and only when the movie is in itself, some way, a good movie.
Music, too, but generally, only symphonies have the complexity and beauty required.
It doesn't last long, a couple of hours at most, but while it does, it's joyous.
~Trilo~
I'm just being stoopid, I know what you mean.
I have spent much of my life in empty movie theatres around the world - I know better than most...