The romantic vision of love, do we really want it?
- Tania Benitez

- Jul 18, 2020
- 2 min read
Many if not all words have been written about love. As a new decade launches in my life an unexpected moment of enlightenment happened.
Repeatedly when I think about love, the most magnificent stories of history appear in my head, from Hemingway & Dietrich, to Rodin & Camille or even Godard & Anna Karina but little do we know about the everyday basis in which the appealing fictional never-ending stories truly emerged and developed.
Masterpieces and tragedies tend to be our references on why the fairytale is worth it or how the exception justifies years of toxic behaviour and fictional commitment.
Coming from a family with enduring marriages and til death tear us apart kind of love, becoming a hopeless romantic seemed a no brainer. But then again life couldn't evolve any further from the obvious predictions of our own expectations.
As I look in the rearview mirror, I realize I have been mastering the art of wrestling with my own intuition to fit into those romcoms I'm so keen on producing. Complete generations of inherited inconsistencies have created out of my expectations Renoir's boating party, were effortless complexity seems to be the name of the game.
Out of the will to wangle fate and find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, an entangled spaghetti of thoughts full of contradictions about modern love, tradition and Disney princesses is now served in my table.
The big question to find the perfect paring is whether we are just decanting our love wounds to fulfill an unrequested submission to the romantic issues of a vague childhood memory on how the portrait was supposed to be or we are living our own enduring outstanding artistry.
I'm not even close to be the woman I dreamt to be as a teen. Still, after hundreds of perfect shootings on how love is supposed to look like, unconsciously crushing my younger self's expectations might have been the greatest blessing in disguise.
Truthfully, tackling romantic love is what keep us hopeless and wrestling. If we only tried to understand the evolving process behind a composed work, instead of aiming to achieve the isolated moment where a perfect image emerges we wouldn't need to wangle.
Time-honored love stories are the result of changing perspectives, disrupting compositional traditions, life and time perspective.



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