Em wanted a prompt for our three-way collaboration with Asst man. I suggested ‘people living dangerously’—the name of one of the books whose red cover I’d collaged onto the board that went to her.
(Also The Year of Living Dangerously was a favorite movie of mine—maybe still is? I’ve seen it several times but not in years.)
I have the board Asst Man prepared. It’s more textured than shows in the photo, but it’s mostly just black paint because he was rushed—he and his family were leaving for Yosemite the next day…I’m glad he did it so I could get started.
This afternoon I scratched the figure in and collaged the high-wire circus bike on her arm, and the fire gate. I like it and would happily keep working on it, but it goes to Em next—and then I think it should go back to AM since he’s not made a representative mark on it yet. So I stopped myself from doing too much. (Hair made of cut-up circus tigers! Hm. Maybe I will do that-/there’s still lots of room for the others.)
The boards are about 3 feet (1m) tall x 2 feet.
Speaking of movies, and fire, my hot weather plan for midweek, when two days are forecast to be at or near 100, is to go see Barbie one day and Oppenheimer the next.
(On Friday temps drop back into the 80s. Marz, if you read this, it’s supposed to be reasonable by the time you return—in 2 weeks. Two! Marz must be in or near Galicia now, on the last stretch to Santiago. And then the optional walk to the ocean. Gosh… almost done…)
I don’t have any choice about Barbie. The girlettes say I have to go. “It’s about dolls!” Yes, it is my duty to check it out. The preview looks kinda fun, and I’d liked Margot Robbie a lot in Bombshell (about #metoo at Fox).
But, Oppenheimer, eh… I don’t know. A couple weeks ago I’d read (and quoted from) God and the Atom (1945)—theological reflections on Hiroshima by Ronald Knox. It might not be wise for me to subject myself to more of that topic.
Yeah, you know, probably not. Director Christopher Nolan is super dark (k)night emo—I would probably be reduced to a wet rag.
Alternate reaction: immolation by irritation. It’s almost guaranteed I would be highly annoyed by some aspect of the presentation of this touchy topic—including the almost inevitable problem: that it will be too death-sexy. How not, really? All that flaming power… And then I’d have to write a ranting review here: RONALD ARBUTHNOTT KNOX WOULD NOT LIKE THIS MOVIE. (Almost certain to be true.) I will spare us all that. 😆
At any rate, I’m glad there’s something to see this week besides Marvel movies.
