This should dissuade those kind dear people who have said such nice things about my fledgling sketches. I'm going to call my series of 3 Joyces: crazy, crazier, and craziest.
I sat outside and sketched today.
When you draw with a pen and can't erase interesting things happen. Joyce. I have 2 words for you: I'M SORRY. hahahahahahahaha
Speaking of crazy, I saw a Norwegian movie last night that filled me with complete and utter delight.
My favorite part is when Elling discovers that he is a poet!
That was when the words struck me. It was as if they were written on the inside of my eyelids.
'we found her in the stairs. her hair, a black raven's wing beating against the filthy linoleum. we laid her on the bed, and saw she had an angel's child in her womb.'
My god, Elling! You have committed POETRY! My entire life I have walked the earth not knowing I am a poet! No wonder there have been certain misunderstandings. My poetry…my own language, has lain undiscovered within me.
I am convinced you won't be able to thank me enough if you watch it. Convinced! I am planning on watching it again tonight. I never ever ever do that.
I also went to see PINA in 3D at the Arclight in Hollywood yesterday.
Compelling. Beautiful. Stirring. I loved the group of dancers who were over 65. You can't possibly imagine how fabulous they are – vital, alive, filled to the brim with talent & wit. The experience was so rich! I dig the soundtrack all the more now.