Today I was overwhelmed with emotion - joy at the earth-shaking rulings by the Supreme Court (and at my new studio), mixed with relief at the capture of the escaped convicts and all this eventually displaced by anguish over the terrible hardships faced by the previous generation. It doesn't even sort of pull together into a story.
I wanted to get some relief from my inner turmoil and having heard good things about the new "hit from Sundance" Me and Earl and the Dying Girl, dragged Mr. Green to go sit up close to a huge movie theater screen. "Beautifully scripted" "Perfectly cast" "Chunks of gold" Variety, The New York Times, The Hollywood Reporter and apparently everyone else is mad about this movie. Finally. Something great to go feel inspired by.
From the first two minutes, it rubbed me the wrong way. And then, for my money, it richocheted between annoying and repulsive all the way to the end credits. But, in a funny way, even 'bad work' is inspiring. And it's empowering.
I'm happy to be back home in the peace and quiet of my own life (and studio). Here's to making new work there without a single thought to which audience segments or studio executives it might appeal. Since very few of you saw yesterday's pictures of the inside of my studio, here you go.