Off The Black
Off The Black is Nick Nolte playing an ailing umpire who recruits a pitcher in his league to accompany him to his first high school reunion in decades. This is a whisper of a picture and moving, sleepy, drifting. I wonder sometimes about minor key movements when one must spend years making a film, which is why painting is so fast and furious in comparison. Painting is a silent sport but can be noisy in the paintbrush, and I can achieve a painting in solitary over the course of two or two hundred hours. Each painting of the 850 I’ve made is a stitch in the fabric that I spin from nothing or from everything in life for that matter. Reading my first journals this week on painting from 1994 one needs a fist full of courage and perhaps a little stupidity to enter into such a grueling game. On the other side however, if one can make a living at it, which is rare, the dance gets sweeter and the artist gets to play as opposed to subjecting himself to constant torture on the canvas. All art forms are the same in this way, although the collaborative aspects of film, dance, music, theater, make the thought of a strong cohesive vision all the more daunting to the solitary creator… painter or writer or solo musical prodigy.
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