"Life must be lived forward but can only be understood backwards."---Soren Kirkegaard
I ripped this quote off from one of the first few pages of a Rizzoli published book recently mailed to me by the Academy of Arts and Sciences [no less]. This is a perk voting Art Directors receive while pre-Academy Award clouds are gathering in the steely winter skies over greater Los Angeles. By the way, the book is "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"--- testament to the power of campaigning for a vote and the enormous hubris of Hollywood. I'll stop with that here.
This blog isn't about bashing the film industry, it's about sharing the next 12 to 18 months with friends.
Mark Quinlan, longtime friend and playwright, encouraged me to do this [write a blog] before I relocated to Swingapore in early December 2008. It's taken a month to quit pacing along the edge of a weakly imagined fear and take the plunge. So, here I am once again not able to touch bottom and in some perverse way loving it. My creativity is expressed through a driving restlessness. Lately, image-making or writing have acted as an effective tag-team for expression. Although I haven't quite found "my voice"--real or imagined--at 56 as an artist, my work in the world has always pointed me towards entertainment of one type or another. I guess this journal now exists to help me figure out why I'm really in Singapore. This statement isn't as muddleheaded as it sounds: I've noticed that many of the projects I've participated in have only been a backdrop for the more significant issues at hand. If you're willing to take this journey with me, we might see or understand something together while staring at a lot of photos.
