You have just finished binge-watching a Korean drama, and are standing on the terrace, under a clean sky. The wind is furious and the birds have stirred up quite the choir; the inner workings of your heart churned out for the world to hear. Lately, you've begun to find comfort in those magical tales with their happy endings, their transparent show of sentiments. They are a most relieving remedy for the immeasurable restlessness that sometimes troubles you - how often you find yourself yearning to rise out of indolence and to do endless cartwheels in a colossal field.
These past few days you have been boiling with rage - and there is so much to rage against! At any rate, art helps. You’ve just discovered Maya Deren’s dream-like short film, Ritual in Transfigured Time, which, to your utmost delight, also features Anaïs Nin. Below are some extracts (disjointed images; time that stutters).
All day you have been stunned by Fritz Henle’s photograph ‘Cleaning Woman in MOMA’.
What is it about this picture? Is it about the way, in an art gallery, it places this lady at the centre? Is it about the way she seems to be looking at the sculpture, her mouth parted? How the sculptures surround her, face her. How the cleaning implement leans on her. You wonder what she must have been thinking, and whether she, too, was filled with yearning.