Life is standing on your front lawn in your favorite red shorts while looking at a hole in the ground as a black cat crosses the path you should have been on and a stranger photographs you unknowingly from the other side of the street,
Two evenings in a row I have watched (in person!) the 16mm films (and more) of Phil Solomon. And also talked (in person!) to Phil Solomon himself.
Two nights I didn't want to end. Sitting in the second to last row, I wrung my hands more than once out of shock and luck.
And this on the tail-end (I hope) of two very bad weeks.
He reinvigorated me to appreciate and voice the sheer amazement we experience by having an audience with which to share our work. Solomon -- one of the most interesting and talented makers and thinkers in cinema today -- expressed his deep gratitude that we (strangers) would gather in a small, dark room with small, white chairs just to watch his films be projected onto an otherwise bare wall.
I will not ever be able to say what sharing work here and elsewhere has done for me. Solomon reminds me that I need to try.