You know, the voiceover continues, it would be nice if we were defined, ultimately, by the people and places we loved. Good things. But at the end of the day, there’s the reality that we’re not. Does the good stuff really have the weight that the weird stuff does? What makes the deeper imprint— all the ridges and gathers— on who we are? Do we have a choice?
The Animators by Kayla Rae Whitaker chronicles the relationship between two creative persons as they struggle, both together and apart, to work through and rise above their pasts and how their art proves instruamental in that journey. We meet Sharon at the beginning of her time at prestegious art school which is a drastic and welcomed change from her Kentucky home.
I had chosen art because I needed something to make use of the bright lights that had existed in my head…
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