OMG–last night Davide brought over the creepiest English horror film–The Descent. It’s a film about redemption and forgiveness–that is, the utter impossibility of them. A group of chick spelunkers get lost in an Appalachian cave, and then encounter flesh-eating cave-dudes–and each other. All the male energy is out of control and destructive, while the chicks are powerful and smart and capable, but ultimately doomed. There is an overwhelming birth metaphor, with the girls squirming through tight passages, everything red and bloody. Just when you think our hero(ine) is about to be reborn, shimmying up one final vagina and out through a mesh of pubey shrubbery, she wakes, back in the bloody womb of the cave. There is no escape, only surrender to the reality that life is tough and the flesh-eating cave dudes are going to get you sooner or later.
Moving right along… I’ve just uploaded, for you viewing pleasure, and prior to public release, the latest Marjorie Wood Gallery exhibit. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Kathryn Van Dyke’s LANDSCAPES, and an essay by Arnold J Kemp, EPSIODES. Take a break from whatever you’re doing and be momentarily swept away by the lush imagery and prosaic stylings of these talented aesthetes…