"This is where the wise man turns away. This is where the holy kneel and call on God. These are the last miles, my brothers. Don’t look to me to save you. Don’t think I will not spend you. Run if you have the wit. Pray if you have the soul. Stand your ground if courage is yours. But don’t follow me.

Follow me, and I will break your heart. “

I think I figured it out. Displacement excites me. The act of placing myself somewhere, feeling uncomfortable until I finally fit in. It’s my little addiction, a small tear in my soul that makes one disappear into that adventurous abyss. And then the camera! Capturing moments and transforming them into something infinite…the “flashback”. At the end of the day, experience trumps money. The most beautiful films and photographs describe the creator’s life, allowing you to take a glimpse into their miscommunications, romances, and escapades. I’ve been a film maker for nearly four years now, escaping from an undergraduate Neuroscience degree to enter a bigger world. Yet, even in those years, I had devoted my life to training intensively in martial arts, since the competitions took me to training with Olympians to fighting in front of hundreds of people betting on you to lose. Of course, these have all been placed under the memory category. I can only relive them through the scattered clippings and videos taken by third parties. Film gives me another chance to reclaim everything the mind loses. I want to continue traveling, crusading into deserts, endless mountains, or mad events, adding to my life movie. Over the years, my films developed alongside me, with hints of grunginess, naiveté, anger and happiness. Some footage becomes too painful to look at. But its ok. At least I feel it, right?

I think I figured it out. Displacement excites me. The act of placing myself somewhere, feeling uncomfortable until I finally fit in. It’s my little addiction, a small tear in my soul that makes one disappear into that adventurous abyss. And then the camera! Capturing moments and transforming them into something infinite…the “flashback”. At the end of the day, experience trumps money. The most beautiful films and photographs describe the creator’s life, allowing you to take a glimpse into their miscommunications, romances, and escapades. I’ve been a film maker for nearly four years now, escaping from an undergraduate Neuroscience degree to enter a bigger world. Yet, even in those years, I had devoted my life to training intensively in martial arts, since the competitions took me to training with Olympians to fighting in front of hundreds of people betting on you to lose. Of course, these have all been placed under the memory category. I can only relive them through the scattered clippings and videos taken by third parties. Film gives me another chance to reclaim everything the mind loses. I want to continue traveling, crusading into deserts, endless mountains, or mad events, adding to my life movie. Over the years, my films developed alongside me, with hints of grunginess, naiveté, anger and happiness. Some footage becomes too painful to look at. But its ok. At least I feel it, right?

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"can we separate who artists are from what they create?"