― James McNeill Whistler
"I am a materialist; however, that doesn’t mean I deny the imagination, fantasy, or even that certain unexplainable things can exist. Rationally, I don’t believe a handless man can grow new hands, but I can act as though I believed it, because I’m interested in what comes afterwards. Besides, I am working in cinema, which is a machine that manufactures miracles. […] As inexplicable as the accidents that set it off, our imagination is a crucial privilege. I’ve tried my whole life simply to accept the images that present themselves to me without trying to analyze them… Some analysts—in despair, I suppose—have declared me ‘unanalyzable,’ as if I belonged to some other species or had come from another planet (which is always possible, of course). At my age, I let them say whatever they want. I still have my imagination, and in its impregnable innocence it will keep me going until the end of my days. All this compulsion to ‘understand’ everything fills me with horror. I love the unexpected more and more the older I get…"
February 22, 1900 — July 29, 1983
Ingmar Bergman: No other art-medium—neither painting nor poetry—can communicate the specific quality of the dream as well as the film can. When the lights go down in the cinema and this white shining point opens up for us, our gaze stops flitting hither and thither, settles and becomes quite steady. We just sit there, letting the images flow out over us. Our will ceases to function. We lose our ability to sort things out and fix them in their proper places. We’re drawn into a course of events—we’re participants in a dream… Sometimes while I’m dreaming I think: “I’ll remember this, I’ll make a film of it”—it’s a sort of occupational disease.
Luis Buñuel: If someone were to tell me I had twenty years left, and ask me how I’d like to spend them, I’d reply: “Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams… provided I can remember them.”
Slowly, I realized realism in cinema is not the same as realism in real life. Cinema has its own realism. The world in cinema is not the real world. It has been crafted. That makes cinema interesting. It’s not real. It’s closer to dreams. If you treat life as a dream, you can understand this.
Linklater//On Cinema and Time
This is everything. From the director that taught me how to love movies.
i love driving through little towns in the evening. everything’s purple and quiet
The Once and Always now, 1998
Gelatin silver prints with hand applied text , 12.7 x 17.78 cm each
I’ve just been informed by the OP that this translates to [the practice of happiness] becomes subversive when collective
tony and zambia are totally fucking all over my dash right now
(LOUD PORNOGRAPHY PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE)