Six commercials.
Over 80 shots.
Five early calls followed by five late nights.
A lot of work and now, one stage is done.
Now post begins.
It's always hard for me being on set because I don't really mix well with others.
My mind is on Egon Schiele or Edward Curtis.
And downtime talk usually centers on Tosh 2.0.
Or Lindsay.
Or some thing or someone I regard as puerile.
Nearly every day I feel more and more distant from those around me.
Their film references and mine are usually separated by forty years.
They talk about tracking shots and never saw Renoir's in "Boudu, Saved from Drowning."
It's a little depressing some times and it worries me.
To my mind, our "culture" is so vapid I can't seem to warm to it.
I know I should, but I don't want to be a part of it.
That probably makes me obsolete. Or, better, lends to my obsolescence.
But I have something others seem to lack.
I can take a Rubik's cube of a brief and make it four words.
And from that, good can come.
A thought can be expressed in an
understandable, credible, intrusive, memorable and interesting way.
Palettes and styles change.
But the fundamental things apply.
And that's why they still need me.
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BTW, the picture of the painting above is George Bellows' "Men of the Docks."
It was painted over 100 years ago, in 1912.
It's still good.
