Little tiny giant gifts
My Friend Anne Marie, whom I call Chance-y, has spent the last three years or so working very hard on the re-imagining of The Museum of the Moving Image .
The majority of people, won’t necessarily know how much she gave to this project, and that she, just as so much concrete, is forever part of that building.
But I know.
So I thank her; for giving me a sanctuary, a refuge, in which to take cover when I doubt my choice to go to film school instead of medical school, a place where the semiotics of celluloid are native tongue.
I take it back, when I said we couldn’t be friends because you don’t like movies.
