Seriously, has anyone ever provided a fitting answer to this question?
Perhaps not. The truth is that the act of being in love is different for each person because, in my point of view, Love is a combination of confusion, enjoyment, thrill, fear, adoration, and security. Perhaps there are more sentimental words that we can add to the list just mentioned, but in reality, love, the act of it is simply something undefinable.
I express my thoughts based on the performance “Another Fucking Warhol Production” directed by Raja Feath3r Kelly. The concept prominent to the act was concerning the act of being in love from the inner ((the people in love)) and the outer perspective. Whether it be by showing the phase known as Honeymoon or the climax of a relationship, it was clear to see that such stages can be related by those observing it, including me. However, when digging more into the complexities of their relationships it became noticeable that the emotions tying the two together were not something that I would consider a driving force for me to be in a relationship with them. In fact, at some point, if the performance, I became aware that I wanted to stay away from such emotions.
Confused, however, I could still relate to them on some deeper level– I am not sure if it was their clothing, which eliminated gender and the physical limitations attained by facial expressions, but it was clear to see that the audience felt familiar to each character. I think the Feath3r Theory did an excellent job at selecting the clothing; to a certain extent, it left the elements that can be universally relatable by any individual.
At the end of the performance, which was two hours of arresting content, the questions that roamed through their actions were: is love an emotion or an act? If we can see it, do we feel it? Honestly, I have no answers for it. In fact, I am a line away from writing about the scenes, so let me end it here because I really want to start writing spoilers and we know nobody likes that. 😉