I studied film at university. You wouldn’t know it. I don’t know what passes for a filmy person these days, but I’m pretty sure they actually go to the cinema more than twice a year.
I stumbled into film class in first year uni after the crowds, bright lights and early starts of the 500 student psychology lecture proved too much. With the lights low in the film lectures, I could slip into anonymity with the silver cloak of the dim light wrapped around me. This was the only place my adolescent sensitivity seemed appropriate; watching films, crying and writing notes. Like what I did outside of school, but now with more intention.
I wonder if blogging (or, telling stories on the internet) is more like film than any other artistic medium, using photographs and personal first person accounts to create a theatre of intimacy. I clicked over to this blog and it ran a shiver up my skin. The photography is so tightly-framed and provocative, as in a film. I could almost hear the projector whirring in my ear as I scrolled, dust mites billowing in its beams of coloured light.
It also felt a little dangerous. Here was a girl on the cusp of womanhood, and she’s already fallen deeply in love, run away from home and had a baby. Her life is budding and already she has thrown herself into a photography career, a boyfriend and a baby all in one jump. Admittedly her work is truly, exquisitely beautiful (even the road kill shots) and she is extremely talented, but I look on waiting for something bad to happen. Not because I want it to happen, only that in stories there is always so much for our protagonists to lose. In this case, her whole heart is on the line.
It’s true, a picture can paint a thousand words, but when we put those very personal pictures on the web where the audience is almost unlimited, we have intimacy on a massive scale. How much can one heart handle?
Where do you draw the line with what you share on the internet? Do you ever feel uncomfortable with other people’s intimacy on the internet? Or am I just being an old Nanna?