theatre plays & meeting creatives
Yesterday, I had the chance to attend the local theatre for a live play of what I am roughly translating as The People of Saturday in English.
The play was an exploration of social inequality and capitalism, I think. It depicted a tyrannical king who ruthlessly exploited his villagers, by demanding a huge portion of their earnings to be collected every Saturday. The king's oppressive rule has subjected the people into abject poverty - a stark contrast to his rising opulency - and forced his people into desperate measures to survive.
I pondered quite a lot about the play. I thought it was a poignant social commentary on social inequality, capitalism, and the extent people will go to feed their families. It made me wonder - what is my place and role in our current capitalist societies?
Post-play, I happened to converse with a creative who feverishly described his passions in photography, drawing, and sculpting. He shared his experiences with his creative flow and described the intense focus he invests during his deep work sessions. He lightheartedly ponders that these deep states of concentration often make him forget to eat, socialize, and leave the house. He tells me that these hours of creativity are his reason of being. He doesn't notice the time fly.
His passion for his craft ignited something within me that continues to resonate as I write this. I know the feeling, of pouring all that I have into my art, as time slipped away. Was it some inspiration finally emerging? Excitement radiated from his eyes as he spoke.
Days like yesterday make me realize the importance of community and engaging in art forms that matter to me. As an introvert, I sometimes underestimate how fulfilling it is to engage in meaningful conversations with like-minded individuals as me. Artists, writers, bloggers. Maybe I will start putting it a goal to find my own community?