How to Fly

In the music video for Glisoli at the very end, the children dive headlong into the sky and instead of falling they all fly into the sky.

Something struck me. The way they flew. It wasn't as though they were Superman with arms outstretched in front of them and their legs stretching far behind, but instead they seem to swim through the air.

The arms of the children stretched out and grasped the air and moved it in fistfuls much in the way a child would swim the breaststroke in a pool. The reason this struck me is because when I have dreamt of flying, which happens rarely, it has always been as though I were swimming through the air. It's something I'd never seen put into a picture.

Some may argue that art is meant only as a mirror to our world, but where would those who create fantastical realms be? It is fine to find meaning in comparison to our world but to create to only hold a mirror can occasionally be callous and hardened and saddening. Dreams were meant to be dreamt and a few of them were meant to be shared.

This post serves no purpose but to appreciate the power of the moving image. Without that power of which I believe we are all aware of, we wouldn't be in this class would we? (except for maybe an errant arts credit)