Progression

Recently, I watched Stanley Kubrick’s “Eyes Wide Shut.” I guess there are two things you can take away from that movie. First, that apparently there comes a time in a man’s life, including the lives of very good filmmakers, when your thoughts more or less exclusively revolve around peeking at the naked female body one third your age and weight, from up close, from every angle––a great convenience of the life of the artist it seems, compared to other forms of human existence, especially at a late stage. Second, that Kubrick does some interesting things with mixing different light sources in his last work.

Perhaps I’ll save Kubrick’s late choice of subject for my senior years. Meanwhile, the play with different sources of available light seems to influence a little family project I’m doing on the side: A small book (in an edition of three) for the relatives back in Europea, so that they get an impression of the current housing situation, and know that the lost son and daughter are doing alright. I also have a selfish interest here: In case the continuous migration of the past two decades progresses (for the first time in my life I somehow hope it doesn’t, at least not for a while), I can always keep a document of my current surroundings.