my main man

Trying to dig up motivation from one of my favorite masterminds, I found some of Jan Svenkmajer's diary entries from when he was making Little Otik. I always want to know how other artists go about their work, he does not disappoint me. In fact, the man kinda went above and beyond, not only talking about the process of creation but every other secular and humanly worry he discovers in his head; thank you meester svenkmajer for reminding me that I should stay humbled.

Onwards! to this cute selection. He's like a dad.

5 February 1999

"I've put together the first Otesánek. He has bent little legs, slightly askew right shoulder, a distinctive gob and a wee willy. Lots of little fingers and toes."

and another.....

14 March 1999

"I still keep saying and put it on paper that I am not interested in art and, at the same time, I make films, projects, drawings, collages etc, and collect paintings and drawings and other artistic artefacts. So, how is it? I am not interested in art. That is, art with a big A. But I am interested in certain artists, or more accurately certain works of art by certain artists but not because I consider them to be more "artistic" than other works or because they strike my "sense of beauty" but because they touch something more important which exceeds the concept of art—that is, the basis of life, in another words, a form of inner still undefined imagination (which is nothing else than prima materia of our existence). A work of art which manages to break through into this "secret" underground imagination, the deeper the better—only such a piece I find interesting because it liberates a human being. And liberation is the only meaningful activity of a human."

Here here!