My ambition at seventeen was to work as an Art Director in the movies. Someone said my paintings were like movies. I tried to become a window dresser for May Co. which would lead to doing set designs. I see this applies to the Internet. I am a Art Director for this blog. I am repetitive because I see the world as a movie. Getting my Star down right, is vital. This is not easy. They fight you! Why this is, needs a special study. Even though Rena and I were only together fifty days, it was real quality time. In my last post I got closer than ever to the psychological depths of this amazing person.
This is where Rena did not want me to go there, to her dark side, that she claimed she had vanquished. This is why she went to see Deputy Dan, which was like pouring gas on a fire. Rena is an Aries. She can’t stop herself from burning down the set, the faux town. In my letter I suggested she keeps allowing herself to be taken prisoner by dark men, thus, replicating her un-successful break for freedom from her father.
This is Co-Dependency 101. I doubt Rena has ever been with a therapist, because, most are female. In her letter she suggests she has a close bond with her strong boss, a woman, who I suggest thwarted our attempt to form a bond again, fearing she would lose her employee, her best worker in her Janitorial Company. You can’t author scripts like this. As a semi-divine Art Director with psychic abilities, I see the whole damn stage that a higher power has constructed.
Here is ‘The Picture of Dorien Grey’. The powerful boss woman asked for the life-size portrait that an artist did of Rena at the University of Nebraska. Fearing she will be rejected, she turns over this work – and her power! Consider Mr. Rochester and his secret madness his in the attic. Rochester is a father-figure. Rena never mentions her mother, who she has no intention of ever forgiving. Some Christians are witches in disguise.
Here is Kathleen Turner rattling the tombstone of the dead in order to get some attention. Getting old is not kind to her. Liz had this problem. Now that she a immortal, she will be depicted in her prime.
One of the most dramatic scenes of my life, was when Rena burst out of her dorm onto the quad wearing a velvet green cape. I was stunned! I was envious! She went into a jealous rage when a fellow student walked between us wearing the same cape.
“Did you see her?” Rena asked, as a Y formed on her forehead with her veins.
We did not say hello! Showtime!
I woke this morning recalling the painting I did of Rena, in the snow – with cape! While working on it in Roxbury, the mother downstairs burst into our appartment screaming bloody murder. Her husband came in after her – with a big butcher knife. I grabbed my painting, she grabbed my shoulders – and turned me as her shield. I used the image of Rena as a shield as the knife whooshed past me.
When it snowed in Oakland I put on the cape Gloria made for me, and replicated that painting, that got lost. I was not done playing with Rena. Her biggest mistake was ending our play – that just got started! This is why she called the cops on me. However, she did not want me to stop writing about her. There still is some Primal Narcissism going on here. I am a Libra, she is an Aries – and never shall the twain shall meet!
Rena had plans to get back at the girls she grew up with in Grand Island. They made fun of her and ostracized her because she was raised by her grandmother, while they had normal parents. There would be a whole new bunch of kids at the University of Nebraska. It would be like a shark got in with the goldfish!
“Take no prisoners!
My astrologer said Aries women are my Venus. I love Aries women – to death! I got just what I asked for.
After Jane saved Mr. Rochester from the fire, he thanked her tenderly and emotionly, and that night Jane felt strange emotions of her own, towards him. Next day, however, he left unexpectedly for a distant party gathering, and several days later returned with the whole party, including the beautiful and talented Blanche Ingram. Jane sees that Blanche and Mr. Rochester favour each other, and starts to feel jealous, particularly because she also sees that Blanche is snobbish and heartless, and unworthy of “her” Mr. Rochester.
It is the charge of a sole art director to supervise and unify the vision. In particular, the art director is in charge of the overall visual appearance and how it communicates visually, stimulates moods, contrasts features, and psychologically appeals to a target audience. The art director makes decisions about visual elements used, what artistic style to use, and when to use motion.
One of the most difficult problems that art directors face is to translate desired moods, messages, concepts, and underdeveloped ideas into imagery. During the brainstorming process, art directors, co-workers, and clients are engaged in imagining what the finished piece or scene might look like. At times, an art director is ultimately responsible for solidifying the vision of the collective imagination while resolving conflicting agenda and inconsistencies between the various individual inputs.
She also later took on the role of Martha in a Broadway adaptation of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf? in 2005, almost 40 years after Taylor won an Oscar for her performance as Martha in the 1966 film. The film was based on the 1962 play by Edward Albee about the lives of a middle-aged couple and their younger visitors.
“Edward Albee disliked the film intensely. In the play, when George comes in he pours himself a drink and then nurses that drink the whole evening,” Turner said. “The film got that completely wrong. Taylor and Richard Burton are drunk and screaming at each other the whole time. I heard somebody once say [about the film], ‘I get this at home. Why would I go see it?’ But I was lucky that I got to do the play myself and show the humor in it for God’s sake.”
My favorite painting from the age of sixteen to twenty, was ‘The Scream’ that was recently auctioned for $119 million dollars, which is a record that leaves ‘The Mona Lisa’ and ‘The Men in Her Life’ in the dust.I never made any real money off my art, but, I know what I like, and what constitutes good art – because I did my own version of The Scream when I was seventeen, and gave it to my insane father, and his crazy-ass wife, Dee-Dee. Crazy Dee-Dee chased Vic around their home in Lafayette un-loading his nine millimeter at him. As he headed out the back door, perhaps screaming for his life, Dee-Dee’s last shot ricocheted off the metal window frame, shattered the glass, and is imbedded in my late father’s back, or his skeleton this very day.
I gave two paintings to my father ‘The Argument’ being one of them. It was my hope to tame this wild beast, this selfish Leo and bring some culture into his life. After Christine died, Vic growled this critique;
“I hate art!”
Well said, thought I. Alas a honest opinion! And Art hates you!
Vic’s homes were horror shows of drunken brawls. The painting I did of Marilyn watching her mother take clothes off the line because a terrible storm is approaching, ended up with a good size hole in it when it was knocked off the fireplace mantle. For want of a nail!