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the spanish ocean; mixed media on canvas, 8 x 10 inches. Dark shadows in hard sunshine.

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Last night we watched The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. C thought it was a war movie, and kept asking when the hellfire killing would break out, when really it was the inner, deep-water passage of an almost completely paralyzed man (Jean-Dominique Bauby, left with only the ability to blink one eye) trying to tell the story of his life before and after the stroke which felled him. Shot almost entirely from his perspective, with its fitful view and hushed inner voice, this movie often had the tranquil quality of reverie, rendered through filtered sunshine. I enjoyed it a great deal, although C complained that it could have used a vampire or a car chase.

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  1. Anonymous1:12 pm

    I'll have to try and see that movie, looks interesting. I like your new work ! I can't pin point exactly why I like this piece but, I do...I do like the jeweled colors and the looseness of the application.

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  2. your paintings never fail to make me want to dig out my paints and brushes...like this one a lot.

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  3. I haven't seen the DB&TB yet - must seek it out. So C's becoming your blogging straight guy is she?

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  4. Err I'm with C, if something doesn't go "boom" in a movie my attention wanders.

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  5. That being said, go watch The Fountain and lemme know what you think.

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