I’ve been in a bit of a whirlwind of blustry spring day work and wonder. Here is a run in the local thousand acre wood with thoughts on film and beauty and russia and love. This is birthday greetings and salutations to several wonderful people. You know who you are.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about vanity and Narcicuss by way of Moby Dick and cinema. I’ve been drawing a lot of what might have historically been termed Vanitas… you know, hot nude chicks in the mirror… doing la toilette as the French say. I love that half of the history of art is just a way of trying to see naked women… The other half is trying to see God. As anyone with any sense will tell you, they are one and the same thing. In the interest of my own vanity, Here are some links toward lavish praise: The Daily Reel and a comment now writ large on ifbook.Not that any of this flattery is going to my head. As the better half says: “Yes, yes, nice words and two dollars will get you a subway ride. Talk to me when they’re buying something.” But who wants a subway ride? I want to fly Concorde again. Sadly the only one flying is a Russian knock off that Nasa put back in the sky… and fankly that was a while ago…. no sst for me.