Changing my Tune

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Last night we watched the ode to Six Feet Under. Allan Ball is such an artist. What an experience it must have been to work for him. We are excited to see what he does next. His work is so personal, so risky, so real. His sister died in an automobile accident which puts a whole different spin on the show. I nearly lost my life in an automobile accident and many of my relatives have either dies or been horribly maimed at the wheel of a car. Everything changes. The point was made last night that our culture is so inept with dealing with death that we won't allow photographs to be made of the caskets being shipped in from Iraq. Poof. We are gone. The rest is fall out.

Its not often I use my writing time to talk about something I saw on television but when its art I quess the medium doesn't matter. Six Feet Under had such resonance with us... particularly now. Frames from the show seem to be straight out of the history of painting... they are timeless images yet they push the boundaries of what has been done before. That is what I want my art to do. Its not an easy thing.