Totes.

Lying on my back on the tile floor, I was looking through the sky light. Blue atmosphere filled the frame. Suddenly, a black bird zoomed across it's field. A half second of life in otherwise stillness. Where it came from, where it was going was not represented, only the action of going. Its birth and its not illustrated. I've been thinking about film. A film can only show you a slide of reality. A snapshot. Oddly, critics like to call certain films a "slice of life" but not other films. I want to see a film that is the entirety of life. Even projects like "Boyhood", Richard Linklater's chronicle of a boys life from 6 to 18, while ambitious, is still only a slice of life. I think it is enough to be content with this. Reality is unwieldy and says nothing, whereas film is usually meant to express a point of view about life.
What are we trying to say about life? Is it important to have a specific point of view before you gather specific images and sounds to present? Is it enough to let these images resonate their own meaning after they have been complied? Why do I find certain images interesting and others not so much?
I'm not sure if I even really want answers to these questions. I think I just need to let go and let my art happen as it happens.

bleh.