This film is partly about me. It's mostly about the painting, but the painting has become somewhat of a prop; it's not apparent from the film itself, but the canvas is stretched out and warped, the letters are not painted in any sort of precision, the colors are somewhat off and everything around me is very messy indeed.
I don't think I want to be the, "hero" of this painting, but that's what I've become. Deep down, I do have this urge to be living and working and painting in the height of modernism and there's a part of me that doesn't like the current state of art.
