A lot of critical analyses of Twilight, the award-winning series by Stephenie Meyer, focus on legitimacy. Is Twilight literature? Is it good literature? Is it worthy of critique? These questions reveal the fundamental fallacy rooted deep within our culture: the idea that art should be questioned at all. Art is art. It needs no explanation, no analysis, no excuse. Art is the expression of our inmost psyche, our deeply-rooted desires, our secret yearnings which would otherwise be impossible to express. Twilight is all of this and more.
Instead of interrogating this text from this perspective, I would like to pay homage to this great work by exploring the characters and plot with the same simple lucidity and attention to detail Meyer paid them. I want to get inside this work, to live in it, and experience it again. I want to feel what people feel when they immerse themselves in art such as this; I want to touch nerves in the same plain yet oh-so-effective way. I want people to be moved, and I want them to be entertained. Let us cease to critically analyze; let us not merely destroy. Let us create.
Let us use our hearts, not our minds.
Let’s do art.
Art is Beauty