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I “The changing of bodies into light, and light into bodies, is very conformable to the course of Nature, which seems delighted with transmutations.” —Sir Isaac Newton “My position is perfectly definite. Gravitation, motion, heat, light, electricit...

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In December of 2013, Davyd Whaley and I drove up to Big Sur on our way to San Francisco. It’s a sparsely populated region of the central coast of California, where the Santa Lucia Mountains rise abruptly from the Pacific Ocean. We left early in the m...
I woke up early this morning to the sound of my ravens, Blackie and Pearl, flying over the house. A few moments later I received a text from Alesia Leingang, Davyd’s best friend from his high school days, who has become a dear friend of mine as well....

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Six months have passed. In spite of what people say, it doesn’t get much easier. There’s still a gaping wound.  I still listen for Davyd when I go downstairs in the mornings to make my breakfast; I still think of him all day long; I still look for h...

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I was in Atlanta working for the last five weeks. I just returned home a couple of days ago to a quiet house. Now that I am home I realize I must face the task of finding a "new normal." Traveling with work has kept me in a kind of limbo, but here i ...

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Twice in my life I have been faced with a devastating loss.  On February 24, 1988, 27 years ago today, Timothy Scott died when he and I were both 32. We were not “officially” married, as it was not possible at that time, but he was my first spouse f...

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“SYNCHRONICITY was painted at my house, without any memory of painting it. It was painted with enamel house paint and oils on canvas. The title was selected from my obsession with statistics and my belief that all things share a connection, no matter...
Davyd Whaley remains constantly on my mind. I’ve been going through his journals, and studying his paintings to commune with him, and in the process I’ve come to learn more about him, to understand him in a deeper way. It’s amazing how much I didn’t ...

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Today is Davyd Whaley’s birthday. He would have been 47. The sadness I feel about his loss wraps around me every day, like a cold wind barreling down the streets of Manhattan. Then it eases slightly as I take a breath.  I don’t resist the pain, but i...

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Thornton Wilder wrote, “The greatest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.” So first of all, I am deeply grateful to Davyd, for all that he gave me, for all that he taught me, for every single day of the ten years we spent together. There ...

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It has been three days since Davyd Whaley passed away. Above is one of his paintings, which hung in our house for a long time until he gave it to a friend. From the time Davyd and I first lived together, there were these two black birds—ravens, I g...

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The PRETTY LITTLE LIARS summer finale airs tonight, wrapping up the first half of season 5. How quickly time flies. I came across an interview I did with Maria Mercedes Lara from Wetpaint.com a couple of years ago, at the beginning of season 3. I fou...

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“Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.”  --Soren Kierkegaard “…There is a darker side to adolescence that, until now, was poorly understood: a surge during teenage years in anxiety and fearfulness. Largely because of a quirk of brain development, ado...

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"Everything we see hides another thing. We always want to see what is hidden by what we see." --Rene Magritte "Like all revolutions, the surrealist revolution was a reversion, a restitution, an expression of vital and indispensable spiritual needs." ...

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On our recent trip to Rome we went to the Trevi Fountain. Unlike the evocative scene in Fellini’s LA DOLCE VITA, the fountain was not deserted and mysterious. It was instead surrounded by hundreds of tourists, as well as kiosks hawking plastic, minia...

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A friend used to say to me--free advice is worth exactly what you pay for it, which is nothing. However, that doesn't seem to stop people from asking and I find that I say the same things over and over. So here goes: my advice here on my blog, where ...

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"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." --Shakespeare There’s an idea that’s been kicking around in my head for some time, ever since my last po...

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"Hopper has been a huge influence on me. His work is grounded in an American sensibility that deals with ideas of beauty, theatricality, sadness, rootlessness and desire. I think it is now virtually impossible to read American, visually, without refe...

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I'm frequently asked for suggestions of books about directing--by students, and others who want to direct. Here are some of my favorites, which hopefully provide a good place to start: HITCHCOCK/TRUFFAUT by Francois Truffaut. Francois Truffaut: "In...

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parallax |ˈparəˌlaks| noun the effect whereby the position or direction of an object appears to differ when viewed from different positions, e.g., through the viewfinder and the lens of a camera. Recently on Netflix I got sucked into a multi-part d...

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