No need to be jealous, but while I was at 2nd Star I got a kiss from a genuine movie star.
Okay, you can be jealous! Not every girl gets a chance for a kiss from Digby, but if you do get the chance, go for it! Sure, he also burped in my ear and tried to eat my hair, but he is a Goblin after all.
I hope that Goblin is the politically correct term, I don't wish to offend.
Digby is one of the many awesome puppets from the film short Lessons Learned, he just happens to be my favorite. He has got a certain something that makes me want to refer to him as 'Digby' and use proper pronouns instead of as "it" or a puppet. If I had the chance (and the money) I wouldn't buy Digby, I'd adopt him.
So, there's a lesson for your lesson box (and a reference you will have to watch the movie to get): Art is something that establishes a profound connection with its audience.
Digby and I sharing a kiss. The man with his hand up Digby's bottom is Toby Froud, who was really accommodating to my inner 5 year old.
Who a particular work of art connects to, why, and how is variable. I've been brought to tears by marble sculptures, not because of their subject matter, the human form, but because of the profound beauty of the execution. They were the product of a human endeavor to hone a skill to perfection. I reached out and brushed my finger tips against the marble, expecting but not caring that some kind of alarm would go off, but none did.
Others in the room saw these as beautiful sculptures and appreciated them as such, but they did not see the countless hours of dedication and learning that went into those sculptures, the back-breaking work, or the heart-breaking failures. The very things that had moved me.
That is another lesson to put in your lesson box: You cannot as an artist force a connection and understanding with an audience, nor predict how an audience will connect.
Before you take umbrage for my shamelessly kissing a Goblin when I am a married woman, just know that Ben is the one taking the picture.