As we stand on this increasingly fragmented pixel

As we get older, it becomes harder and harder tell what’s a dream, what’s a memory, and what’s a lie.

Because many of the things we remember are a combination of all three.

The boundaries blur between what actually happened, how we remember what happened, and what we need to believe about what happened.

Isn’t that beautifully mysterious? What’s inside our mind exists impressionistically.

Linklater’s films serve as vehicles for this phenomenon. There’s a mind boggling examination of the philosophy behind his creativity that outlines it. His movies pay tribute to those moments in aesthetic creation that often go unnoticed.

Even moments leading up to a finished aesthetic work, ideas and sketches that might eventually become their own separate and more finished creations, these things also have a satisfying existence in their own right.

This type of art doesn’t contain the satisfying narrative that mass media has conditioned us to expect. The work looks scattered and fragmented as its unfolding.

But that’s why it feels so real. Because life itself rarely happens in some predictable, linear way. It’s not something we can track in a formula.

Life happens in cycles, convergences and explosions, and it’s confusing and bizarre and absurd. All the more reason to create art that mirrors this pace.

To express ourselves freely in nonlinear fashion by recording our incomplete, fragmentary associative process, and share it with the world.

Who cares if it doesn’t make sense? Who cares if the audience can’t keep up with it?

We can’t fail at expressing ourselves. The literal meaning of the work is not the point.

Giving myself permission to start projects in this spirit has been liberating for me as an artist. The tool is called micro expression.

How calming it feels to be able to compose songs or make movies or write ideas that feel more like lucid dreams and less like polished products.

How joyful it feels to make a series of fragments that are better felt than analyzed.

Is it a dream, a memory or a lie? Doesn’t matter. As artists, as human beings, we all have the option to move beyond the social standards that require us to justify our creative actions with logic and linear analysis.

We can turn our sketches into our masterpieces.

What stops you from expressing yourself and creating?