Andy and I sit in his studio talking Andy Warhol and the Beat generation. He shows me a poem he’s written and asks me to read it aloud. I know it’s to see if I read it the same as he’s written it. The moment the words spill from my lips I know I’ve gotten the rhythm from his head. He’s giving me messages for my birthday and I know this moment in time is important. I ask him if I can film it. We’ve just watched Jonas Mekus
As I was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty. Both of us have tears in our eyes.
“As a kid I would have hated this but as I get older it makes so much sense.” I agree with him. I’ve never thought of doing video journaling but I’m increasingly interested in documentation. It used to be I documented to prove I existed. Those days have changed. Now I believe in capturing moments of beauty and rawness. I believe in capturing time in a nonlinear art form. I’m interested in documenting a moment from all the senses.
I think about using space the way John Cage used silence in his compositions. As I think about these things I know when I settle in to work for the evening I’ll just open up and channel.
“The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I feel it’s not beautiful? And very shortly you discover there is no reason.” ― John Cage
Walking down the streets in Brooklyn I’m looking for beauty. I look too hard and become discouraged. A moment later I see an old church, small purple flowers placed by the door. I snap a shot, a moment later I look at the image. A small beam of light shoots through the photograph invisible to the naked eye but caught in a moment of clarity and captured on film.