when i first discovered the work of svankmajer years ago, i felt he had sat in on my dreams, uncovered all my deepest secrets, and made beautifully uncanny art out of them in a way i’ll never be capable of. he’s all guts. “the ossuary” blew me away the first time i watched it – its mere existence both comforted and astounded me and i want very badly to one day view it with my own eyes. american culture, it seems to me, prefers to hide death. put it under ground. burn it. sterilize it. but really, i much prefer something beautiful and strange be made out of such sadness.
on a separate note, it seems every blogger everywhere is talking about the emergence of fall and pumpkin lattes. so, i’m tempted to avoid the subject altogether. however, i have to mention that after living in texas for the last six years where seasons just do not exist (hot, hotter, and hottest do not count as seasons), i am beyond happy to be able to walk around like i did today in the crisp air and see that the leaves are changing and feel at home. austin is a great city, but it didn’t fully suit me. new england has my heart, and svankmajer has me convinced that the czech republic is my mecca. someday…
i don’t quite care for pumpkin spice lattes, but eggnog lattes? spiced eggnog coffee? yes, please. and while pittsburgh isn’t really new england, it’s close enough for now.
hello, autumn. i’ve missed you.