Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 In My 33rd Year
We live in the most art-accessible era of humanity. So many ways to create, to experience creation, to share creation. And many don’t see the value of the arts. They can teach us about the world, philosophy, ethics, history, and so much more. On a practical level we can find a place to be, among people we love that don’t even exist. We can escape, run away, retreat back into a safer place that won’t hurt us, but will imitate a life that we want to lead, remind us of who we want to be. And whether as a creator or a patron, that dangerous allure can lead us to neglect our material reality and confront what we must in order to grow. I am in my 33rd year of life, and by the rules that govern the world of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33, that would mean it is the last year of life I have before I die. The enigmatic Paintress, far in the distance of the island of Lumiere decides each year the age at which the population will die in a Gommage: a rose petal disintegration usually surrounded by the...
