Introversion and Art

Some people draw energy from being around other people.  And some people draw energy from being by themselves.

These people don’t hate people.  No, they just hate to be forced into parties and large groups and social events on a regular basis.  It drains the life out of them.

Let’s repeat that, please.  Attending big social events regularly drains ALL LIFE from people the public calls INTROVERTS.

Some artists…maybe a lot of artists…are introverts.  Why?  They spend a lot of time thinking and creating art from their thoughts, while alone.  Writers and film editors tend to be introverts.  Actors, dancers, painters….Lots of people.

The reason I’m mentioning this is because it seems like in Western culture that there’s some kind of misconception that introverts are a tiny part of the populace.  Like they are some kind of rare blood disorder or albino bat.  Ya’ll, introverts run half the world.  They’re not new or extraordinary or unique or unusual.

Don’t freak out when you meet one or when someone tells you they don’t like parties.  Don’t force them to hang out with people more often, because they won’t like it or forget it.

But mainly…Please keep asking him or her to hang out.  Please keep him or her in mind when you need someone to talk to or help you move.  Hold on to your introverted friend–it’s easy to be ignored when you dislike large groups.

Introverts aren’t special.  I repeat, introverts aren’t this magical brand of human being.  They are just human.  Just as lovable or unlovable as an extrovert.  They just need a different schedule sometimes.

I know this is a weird post.  I know I normally write about movies and technology and Kansas City.  I just found this subject very important this past week, since I am an extremely introverted person.  I didn’t know how introverted until the last few weeks.

We exist.  Be aware.



I have this friend, ya’ll.  He’s only been a friend since maybe August last year.  And even then, we didn’t talk until….November?  We bonded over going to the same Owl City concert.

Here he is:


Why am I writing about this friend?  Well, ya’ll, he’s my DP.  Director of Photography.  He’s taken on the job without complaint and without ceasing.  He’s met with me a dozen times to work pre-production and then filming.  He’s guided, critiqued, encouraged, protected, advised, and made me laugh a lot at myself and other drama.  This is my friend.

mine from filming

We are filmmakers.  It’s not easy to be a filmmaker.  It’s not that hard either, so don’t go feeling sorry for us.  We love what we do and we get to do it, so we’re ahead of most of the planet.

Sometimes it can be a lonely job.  Editing, for example, is me sitting alone in front of my computer for hours.  And hours.  And hours.

Sometimes it can be a stressful job, especially when you’re independent and have no money.  Actors quit the day of or the day before.  Or crew gets tired of working for food and just doesn’t reply to messages anymore.

That’s okay.

Why?  Because I’m blessed with my DP.  And the rest of my crew, who surprise me over and over with their upbeat attitudes and eagerness to help.


Now you, reader, go out and find a crew.  Whether you work as an engineer, an interpreter, an artist (you understand the money issue), a dancer, a lawn mower (lonely job too), a plumber, a dentist (yes, even dentists), or an IRS agent, you need a crew.  People to back you when you don’t back yourself.

(DOP is the British way of saying DP.)