Guest Blog by Bliss Lost

Does art imitate life or does life imitate art? The best of art captures moments in life that we as humans failed to observe, or did see but failed to appreciate it for what it truly was and is. A place or a moment of Bliss, a beautiful moment, or indeed that defining moment in our lives that in many ways we prefer to forget.

Is that what it is to be a true artist, capturing lost moments and preserving perfect ones? Are our memories not enough? Is that why we need art?

Or is art a constant torture, that way of reminding us of what we have missed or failed to see, an experience we will never have or are never to have again? Paintings do this best, or are fair in capturing the moment, of preserving lost moments. Where the lines become blurred is in writing and, indeed, cinema.

Perhaps not. Maybe cinema really does just imitate life, stealing from it. Accentuating it to the extent that it tries to bombard our senses with its taste of fictional worlds, or our own world in a way that we could never hope to experience or live in. That panoramic moment in a film, or the action sequence that teases us, jolting us from our dull lives, feed the monster that is our imagination with joy.

No, best of all is those few words, those perfectly composed lines from a treasured book. The descriptive power some writers have that suddenly hooks us into their story. The one where we never want the tale to end.

Just like those few wonderful moments in life, that moment of Bliss, whatever it is, that creates the fantasy from which we are forever torn as the moment passes almost wishing it was never that good. Knowing that it will never come again, living that it might. Hoping to find a balance in life that allows us to live forever sanely in its memory.

Copyright 2015, Bliss Lost

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