An Open Letter

I think emotionally powerful pieces always risk being pathetic or cringy for lack of a better word. I was writing things down for the outer wilds review idea that I had, and I ended up getting nostalgic to playing my first video game. To me I was able to capture that memory perfect with my own thoughts, but I fear after that feeling is distilled into words and finally a recording, all of that original feeling will have been lost to translation.

I guess that beautiful art comes from three things: vulnerability, understanding of the artists meaning, and some understandable feeling. The last thing can be met by something people have experienced, or you could go the riskier route of trying to show a novel experience. The second part is satisfied by adequate mastery and understanding of the medium, and the first part comes at virtue of not knowing the other two parts. I think I can get the vulnerability down, but the other two aspects I don’t know about. And so just like everything else I’m somewhat paralyzed by the fear of perfectionsim.