Simon Birch

I recently watched the movie "Simon Birch", a movie based on the book "A Prayer for Owen Meany" by John Irving. I became frustrated over the cutesiness of the movie, the quaintness of the setting, what seemed to be the innocence of the characters. It was all the more meaingful then when one character in particular did show a sudden outburst of emotion over something that really did matter. I guess the theme of the film is the time we spend waiting for our innocence to be over and what toll that this waiting period and can take on us. Even though some parts of this movie are slow and frustrating, I acknowledge and laud the effect of Jim Carrey as the narrator with his steady, melodic voice which both creates an effect of shedding an "even" light on the journey of the young boy.

Gray, Black and Brown

I jog in the park, around me rise colors and smells and movement which are not only associated with the park but my whole background schema of spending time in the mountians, of painting and of having had many opportunites to watch water. Today the water in the pond in City Park was a dark gray and lifting up in little sails. As I circled the pond there was a family of Canada geese. Canada geese are dark brown, black and white. In order to keep my mind busy, I looked for other places in the park where the geese's sombre colors showed up. One time I found a gray sidewalk curving along the pond, black edging along the side of a chainlink fence and a little kid's brown pants. Put all three of these colors togehter and geese colors are found. I found themn in another way too: two women in their sixties were walking down the path. One of them had a white hat. With the brown of the water receding under a small bridge next to their path and the black of zipper of one of the walkers I found the geese colors again. It was a good meditation to try and try to find combinations of the geese colors in where I was going. To practice.