—- via cellphone camera!
summer. saturday morning. san francisco. after having breakfast & coffees in a café, i wandered down the hill on foot to sfmoma for a back-to-back screening of jean cocteau films. i took a seat against the back wall, near the projectors, & put my bare feet up on the empty seats in front of me. the lights went out & stayed out for several hours of cinematic surrealism circa 1949 & ‘59. i fell asleep for a bit during the second film, when death & her servant were judging cocteau. it was seamless, passing from film to sleep & back to film again. i may have had funny dreams… i dunno. it’s impossible to tell under such circumstances, like shutting your eyes in absolute darkness.
afterward, i toured the photography galleries again for inspiration (i’m bankrupt). lately i’ve taken to hanging out at sfmoma in the early evenings. though i disliked the museum at first, i’ve grown fond of it in the last year… consistent collections, epic extras (like today’s screening) & only a short walk away. i look forward to spring, when a new rooftop garden will open & i can hide there from the working world for a few hours on weekdays. selah.
meanwhile the streets are full of short-sleeved tourists complaining about the fog in foreign tongues. i am not amused by anything anymore.
ps. fortune-cookie fortune from last nite’s dream:
to truly be an artist (no, to truly live!), you must consider all possibilities… including the possibility that you are not an artist at all (& that you aren’t living in any way).
