Pure

"I" went deep into the mountains to find something important that "someone" had thrown away. And when I reached the place, I found something shining in the mud.

In any work of art, the artist's past experiences and values are reflected in no small measure. I usually work as an actor, but I have come to feel uncomfortable with the way I have been dealing with my works. Isn't the act of appreciating the work, or even getting emotionally involved in it, an act of consuming the "someone" behind the work? Or maybe playing a role is also hurting "someone". Isn't the act of "I" who started making a film inspired by the words written by my friend, also violence against my friend?