Today was Friday….and I awoke from a nap; from a nightmare, to be more specific. I was trapped in the dream. All was Orange. I pinched my skin and I still wouldn’t wake up. I was on the brink of frozen desperation. All was orange, I repeat. I could see my skin….Was this a blackout? I screamed. Then I awoke.

I decided to take my mind off the bad dreams I’ve been having lately by watching a good dose of strange films I now love. I watched Un Chien Andalou by Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dali, followed by Maya Deren’s Meshes of the Afternoon. I couldn’t stop giggling at the unwonted happenings of the Buñuel/Dali collaboration! And Maya Deren reminded me a bit of myself…Fantasizing…..Dreaming away……Quite an individual…..

If you haven’t seen these treasures, you’re in for a wild ride.

Here are my favorite moments (First Luis Buñuel/Dali and then lovely Maya):

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Now the ethereal Maya who I very much admire:

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YEAAAAAAHHH…..I liked Maya’s film a lot. It was all so dreamlike. The shots….the special effects….I noticed how she saw herself on camera. There’s a lot of psychology involved. It’s fantastic. This woman had an innate gift for expression and originality here. It was like a Kenneth Anger film but less spicy and without leather or homage to Aleister Crowley.

Avant-garde films still do matter. And they do to me. Nothing much is going on…..but I still watch and think of this is how the filmmakers rightfully expressed themselves and deviated from the norm. If they had enough guts to film whatever the hell they wanted, then I’m sure I could do so, too.

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