Creating art is hard. I guess I should rephrase that. Creating art that you’re proud of is hard. It’s really hard. I’ve been there before, when you feel like you’re in a cesspool of inspiration, wading through these ideas that all feel false and feel desperate and feel unfortunate and the next thing you know you’re staring at yourself in the mirror wondering why your life has to be so devoid of true meaningful inspiration. Then, by chance, you see the art created by someone else and you’re just insanely jealous of their obvious raw, natural talent.
But what if they held out their hand, invited you to join their journey and, in the process, you realized that inspiration is all around you and that you, like them, are capable of anything.
‘Frank’ unfolds kind of like that.