A reminder to go to this Stan VanDerBeek exhibit.
VanDerBeek had a futurist and almost cosmological approach to his work and was one of those artists known for spouting beautiful witticisms about finding universal modes of expression that transcended media and the confinement of traditional forms. At the end of the day, he also reminded us that “Art is the artifact of reality (not taken for granted).”
You’ve said that this film is more allegory, less science fiction.
If you see the poster or even the name of the film, you’d think it was a film about a disease and finding a cure. But it’s not that. It’s really this metaphor for our ignorance and our incapacity of seeing. The disease, the blindness, is just an excuse to put a bunch of people in the asylum and see their behavior, how quickly they lose all their civilized practices and go immediately back to their basic instincts.What do you think we are blind to?
We don’t know ourselves. We don’t know who we are, and because we don’t know who we are, we don’t know who the other one is. This film asks how much suffering do we have to go through to be able to open our eyes? Suffering is a good way for us to learn to see.
Okay, after all that whining, the rain stopped and I was able to ride home just fine. Still didn’t make it to Pilates like I wanted to though. I realized about half way that I forgot my helmet at the office and got a little scared about, you know, dying on the slick streets. But once I made it to the bridge, I was home free.
Tomorrow’s forecast: “Mostly Sunny”
The weather was so beautiful this morning. Sunny, clear skies, slight breeze. Beautiful. I simply didn’t listen to the weather guy when he said rain was coming. He has wronged me so many times before, warning that there would be afternoon storms and I should force myself to get on the crowded, pit-smelling L (and N) train instead of riding my bike to work. But then I’d get out of work and find gorgeous weather. So I carried my bike down from my apartment and rode into the city.
Just now, I packed up, stepped outside and said “Oh shit” out loud. That asshole was right. It’s pouring. Forget riding to the gym. No Pilates for me. Grump humph! I marched right back upstairs to do work and wait it out. I refuse to ride in the rain. I once took an awful crash on Boston when I tried riding home in a rainstorm and still have a scar on my elbow. It’s bad news. I could take the train but everyone will give me evil death stare if I take up all that room with my bike.
It’s fine. I have work to do and I’ll just do it here instead of at home. But this sucks. I hate the rain. I don’t know how you Pacific Northwesterners deal with it.
