Look Back in Bunny

The ceramic jar I painted in July has arrived! The shop sends the ceramic art of their customers to the oven only when the 100th piece is handed to them, that’s why it takes a couple months. It’s transformed. > < It’s so glossy now!

A few weeks ago I rewatched the movie Knives Out (2019) with my boyfriend. I watched the movie once when I went to uni. As a student, I focused on the racial, class, and crime fiction elements of it. This time, in which I have had some precious office work experience, I got some different messages. *Spoiler* it’s the scene where the grandpa fired his son (from his company) after the son asked him to allow a film adaptation of his books. The grandpa equated his actions to over dependency and inability to create something on his own. I equated the son’s work to a senior’s. As an employee, you’re valuable if you bring the company profits and opportunities. Those are indispensable tasks. Perhaps he wanted his son so much to be a great creator like himself.

It left me thinking about the feelings I got when I really owned the work, not working on the idea of someone or being a part of a process. The cooperate can feel too empty sometimes. Grandpa loved to play games and writing mysterious novels served him just that. He had faith in creation. I doubt it is the same thing as getting a job you love and maybe his son just preferred talking to salespeople over playing games. If that’s the case, I don’t know, but I know that I’m more like the grandpa character. I love the feelings of owning something I create and want to keep chasing after them. Perhaps grandpa wanted the son to feel that too.

It’s different from owning the work in a company, to own a piece of work that reflects your very colors and personality. I think it’s healing to have both. An answer to just who the recognition and the money are there for. What do you love unconditionally? What are you?