It was a cool month, that’s about all I remember when I try to place things that happened in Seattle. Was it cool, or really cold? If it was cool, it was probably spring or summer, and I think that’s when it was that I met M.A., who was visiting from about three hours out of town.
I had heard about M. from a dear friend, just a few details about her but nothing I could really remember later. Yet when I met her, it was as though we’d known one another our entire lives. After thinking about a post I’m about to write on another blog about how to decide which relationships truly matter, I’ve come to see that, in fact, yes, M. and I connected immediately on one important level: aesthetics.
She got me, immediately, and I’d like to think in my own way, I got her.
So when she came by our place, and I happened to be just-finished with making End (above), the first two-minute video I created just for You Tube, I asked her if she wanted to see it.
That was impulsive. I normally don’t let people into my creative space, and certainly not strangers. But M. somehow seemed like the kind of person who would… be okay with this.
A kind of intimacy.
A kind of sharing.
That artists have, and do.
M., I want to thank you for telling me how you saw this film, that time, and for inspiring me because if you hadn’t read your own narrative here, and shared it with me in that amazing letter afterwards, I probably wouldn’t have the guts to go on making super personal stuff, and doing things like posting those deep, inner thoughts on public forums, like a frog.
Ha ha, kidding about that frog thing. I hope you got that.
La la la.
Who did you meet that you thought, at first encounter, ‘I think I’m about to overshare.’
