
After being touched by a film, I wonder what is art about, and seems one thing I know: it's an attempt to touch our deepest truth. That place. Just that relative and personal truth.
As a Man, I'm creative. I have impulses to express myself and doing it just by doing something, and I have a need to comprehend. Not knowing. As knowledge seems like something one keeps in a closed reservoir, and I can't keep it. Things find meaning in the flowing. Perhaps is there when comprehension comes into scene, once, looks like things are not to be kept, as they are to be let in, and let out. Or should I say, things are meant to flow through?
Well, I find art in human expression. Meant to be art or not. Trying to get out of concrete defined dialogues, trying to come out of the wide range of doorways. Something that can't be kept, something that got in and suffered transformation.
I recently watched this film, called "Pi", by Darren Aronovsky. There, a scientist called Max is struggling madness around some pattern he realized often in nature. It was about the "golden ratio". Entrepreneurs were expecting huge profit from that because the pattern was also present in stock market; some Jewish Rabbis were expecting the name of god in the solution of the riddle. But madness and despair were taking over Max. He was not interested and he was not prepared. He just couldn't avoid the pursuit.
In one of his visits to a mathematician friend he was told:
"-You remember Archimedes from Siracuse, uh?
The king asks Archimedes to determine if a present he has received is actually solid gold. Unsolved problem at the time, it tortures the great Greek mathematician for weeks. Insomnia haunts him and he twists and turns in his bed for nights on it. And finally, his equally exhausted wife (she's forced to share her bed with this genius), she convinces him to take a bath, to relax. While he's entering the tub, Archimedes notices the bathwater rise. Displacement... A way to determine volume! And thus, a way to determine density! Weight over volume! And thus, Archimedes solves the problem. He screams Eureka! And thus, overwhelmed he runs dripping naked through the streets to the king's palace to report the discovery.
Now, what is the moral of the story?
-That breakthrough will come..., Max answers.
-Wrong! The point of the story is the wife. You listen to your wife, she will give you perspective meaning, you need to take a break, you need to take a bath or you will get nowhere. There will be no order, only chaos.
Go home Max, and you take a bath."