i am sick to death of fourth wall breaks that are funny. i want fourth wall breaks that make me want to cry.
give me hamlet looking up during his monologue to see the audience and plead with them for help. give me orpheus, on the road back up from the underworld begging us to make sure eurydice is there, to tell him she is safe. give me orpheus turning when the audience stays silent.
give me someone, bloody and full of tears monologuing to the camera when the narrative has wound itself so tight that they can’t escape it anymore.
“youre just watching me. help me. im dying and im rotting and im losing myself and you wont do a thing.”
i want the tragedy to be the performance. i want the tragedy to be, truly, in the eyes of the beholder.
Amy Shackleton is an award-winning artist based in Canada whose paintings have been exhibited nationally, as well as in the United States and the United Kingdom. In addition, her art has been featured in publications such as Huff Post, Galo Magazine, Luxe Magazine, etc. Shackleton’s pieces depict an uncertain future where cities blend with nature. Her distinctive compositions are most often created using acrylics on canvas.
i can’t get over fictional characters who are doomed by the narrative simply bc they wanted love and approval. it’s like the most tragic of greek tragedies to me because their fatal flaw wasn’t a flaw at all but rather a human instinct, a need. and despite this they were punished, stoned to death. is life so cruel to punish the most human of all needs? love?
