I am an artist. There. I said it. But I also make films and write articles for specific audiences. I told that to someone at a SXSW film drinks and they told me that thinking about an audience meant I wasn’t making art. I’m sure she would have also said if I made money, then that also wasn’t art.

First world nations operate in a realm where capitalism is the main building block on which the society functions, no country more so than America. In constant pursuit of the American Dream, the ultimate capitalist ideal where money equates success and happiness, most of the nation lives in perpetual poverty. 

A short 12 hours ago an email popped into my inbox. A spare ticket for a film was up for grabs. But not just any film. Tonight was the world premiere of Fantastic Mr. Fox as well as the opening night of the BFI 53rd London Film Festival. I fired back an immediate yes. Normally I’m always a couple seconds too late when free things are up for offer, but this time, I got the ticket (thanks Jim)! Fantastic Mr. Fox here I come.