I was pretty stoked on the idea of watching a movie in photo class (the past movies and clips we've watched were cool, so that assumption was made). I don't know what that man's name is, and at this point I couldn't give a fat rat's ass, but to put in plain english, this guy's lame as hell. If I were to see him on the street, I'd probably go up to him and have a conversation just to rebuttle everything he agreed with. I understand for you to be an artist you have to be somewhat "out there," but his man was just sad-and not in a good way.
He's obsessed with nature, no biggie; but stones? Really? He said that he has to understand the stone to realize how it works and for him to understand it, he has to become one with the stone...what the fuck?! I hate that way of thinking to begin with, but if that's what you have to do to create art, well...
My favorite part of the entire movie was when he's sitting down at the breakfast table eating, staring out the window as his kids are running around him. This motherfucker didn't even acknowledge his kids and I thought that was the funniest thing. He just stared, drinking his coffee as his kid was was about a foot away from him. No "good morning" or "hey-" just stared like a catotonic.
I will admit, I respect him for his passion and stubborness when it comes to his art...if you can really call it that. Some of his work that I particulary admired was his "rock seed" that was placed in different environments. But please, whatever you do, do not make me have to listen to his philosohical bullshit any longer. I rest my case.
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