“You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? And all of a sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of ‘home’ is gone. It just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of ‘home’ for yourself, you know, for your kids, or the family you start. It’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”
There’s always a point where you have to let a story go. Art isn’t finished, as many people before me have pointed out, only abandoned. And eventually you abandon your new child and hope that you’ll get it right next time, or the time after that, and you never do.
I never want to do something that I’ve done before, and I never want to do something that I feel comfortable with…you can find the things that feel like a stretch for you and then push it even further…it’s exciting that more women are writing because I think we’re desperate to understand ourselves, and I think men want to understand their wives and their girlfriends and daughters and sisters better. I think these movies are starting to show something. Creative women are putting forth more complicated versions of femininity.