Dear Friends ~ I spent the better part of this afternoon listening to an interview with screenwriter Paul Attanasio (Donnie Brasco, Quiz Show) and soaking in John Cassavetes’ The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (both versions). I have been working on, or I should say listening to, a new book that came through a while ago, essentially writing itself. A book that, chapter by chapter, makes me smile. I’ve had film and scripts on the brain too, nothing new there. Sitting in the theater watching Magnolia all those years ago, I was remembering this week, it seemed to me then and now that some amazing truth was loosed, and not just for me personally but … that that film somehow seemed to change the direction of truth-telling in film. All the gems came tumbling out of the bag, or something like that.
Earlier this week, I was moving around my studio, touching brush to canvas, Clueless, which is streamable on Netflix now, in case you’d like to catch it, running in the background. That movie always reminds me of something Marianne Williamson once quoted, about how the holiest people don’t look holy. Amazingly true, isn’t it.
Yours in delicious langour and great good Holiday cheer,
Man in Gold ~ Oil on canvas
Bath ~ Oil on canvas
Three Horses ~ Oil on board
Kat in new hat
(originally posted on Tuesday, December 11, 2012)