Words on a page are not exactly bits of glass in the only food left to eat. Why do they frighten so many of us? Look. Lines. Marks. Put together and arranged to tell you something. That’s it. Yet many of us will do anything to avoid arranging these marks ourselves.
I love people who don’t get in their own way–even if I don’t like their work. While I loved Twin Peaks, I wouldn’t go see a David Lynch movie for the love of my very own star. No way. But I love the way he just goes and makes what he wants. You can understand it or hate it. He’s off making something else.
And I love Russell T. Davies. His ending of Torchwood: Children of Earth was horrific. I can’t imagine that many television writers taking a story that far. BBC executives must have been gnawing off their own thumbs, but they let his vision stand. Hats off to them.
Tell me a writer or artist who you think is brave. Who takes chances? What writer or artist do you admire (like is optional) for their mix of crazy vision and fearlessness?