God is so unexpected and incredible, I’m left speechless when touched by how much. Life is very sweet and bitter, at the present moment. I’m having profound upsets concerning my day job, ongoing upsets with my extended family, depressions that hit me like emotional tsunamis common place.

But when the holy spirit ushers in blessing, it is delivered like performance art. It’s surprising and will reach places that need a special kind of operation. And receiving these regularly these days, and soooooooooo grateful. I feel found in the dark, and get that tingly feeling you get when someone leans in and whispers, while being so close it’s like a caress.

Anyway, lately I had been grappling with the never ending storytelling training I’ve been exposing myself to. Grappling because what I value in storytelling is – a little danger. But thorough training probably wills that out, to some extent huh? I mean, I think about this alot, because I watch alot of content that seems so to the formula and predictable. You can guess at all of it, if you give it any thought. Which is fun, it feels familiar, like hanging out with an old friend…

But with everyone and their grand brother, cousin, best friend and his best friend, being a filmmaker these days, why would your content be chosen from the oceanic amount that exists? And you think, if it is, will it have any true effect? I personally want to tell stories that get underneath the viewer’s skin, climbs into the heart, finds a cozy spot there, remaining over time. Still, I want to be up to standard in my writing and directing, so I’ve been working on it.

But I’ve had these concerns, egging at me.

And to be honest what I like (REALLY LIKE)… in any art form, is a bit of chaos. Unpredictability. Smashing of the “standards.” Not leaving people in tact. I also… wanna attempt that…

Yesterday I went to a short play festival with some friends. Cool short skits as to be expected.

But there was ONE…. in a universe of its own. One that was… organized chaos. This playwright was in no way trying at definable goal posts in storytelling. His work had its own standard and had everything happening on stage all at once, was BOLDLY doing alot of the “wrong things.” BUT…it stood aside from the predictable “right things.”

The joy of that.

You felt released from the confines of a “play” and introduced into an EXPERIENCE instead. He had characters that were a little trope-y, dialogue that wasn’t always terribly exciting, and characters that were a little kitsch. A manner of displaying all of it that was uneven and messy. Sloppily done in fact.

From there… totally unique.

And such a lesson for the artist of any medium, to commit and do your own thing. Fully. FULLY.

Cuz he did, and his work was like a streak of light appearing out of nowhere, while standing aside from the rest of it.

Pure. Chaos. And I LOVED IT.