Yesterday was several kind of blue. The blue eye glass frames on the woman on the subway, wondering how does one do that? How the homeless woman in the Bank of Nova Scotia lobby used her blue shoes to get the young business man out of her seat. The darkening blue sky as puffs of snow floated down tall windows. Someone in class presented a talk about intuition, asked everyone to take 3 deep breaths and internally say “I am creative and intuitive” then doodle on paper for a minute, then share or interpret their doodles. My doodle was the words “this is stupid and a waste of time, I do not give a shit about this, creativity is not about taking deep breaths in order to be enabled “. I considered sharing and imagined my explanation would simply be asking if anyone can guess what it means? Eventually I couldn’t take it and piped up from a different angle, the one I know and said when people listen to music they reserve special anticipation for the solo because it is like a demonstration of intuition and creativity. The how much should I say blues.
People talk about their birthright as though to declare you are paleo or a blue bombers fan or someone who drives a prius is your birthright. Others would say the birthright is just needing to eat, to sleep, to have sex. Conditions often look like Alvy Singer’s response to Annie Hall’s brother “excuse me Dwayne I’m due back on Earth”. The thing about art is there is no objective measurement of good and bad. Everything is good or bad to someone and neither conclusion is wrong.
The Drawer Boy which I scored earlier this year (and found amazing), was turned down by TIFF which makes no sense. Yesterday it won Grand Prize at the Heartland Film Festival in USA. That feels better.