05
Oct
After Ranch Market and a nap out on the lawn, I rallied, and Steve, Aly and I headed over to the Harkin Theaters in Scottsdale to see “Seraphine,” a French film about the painter Seraphine de Senlis (also known as Seraphine Louis). A woman who spent most of her life cleaning houses and painting in secrecy, she was “discovered,” almost by accident, by the German art collector Wilhelm Udhe. Udhe is famous for buying Picasso before anyone knew who he was, and championing Henri Rousseau, another “Naive” or “Primitive” French painter. Her story intersects with World War 1, the Great Depression, and the familiar threads of genius, madness, mental illness, fame, and the conflicts between those who “get” avant-garde art and those who don’t.
As we were waiting for our tickets, I couldn’t help but laugh about this automatic mister that was pissing down cool mist on us. I can undertand this when it’s 115 degrees out, but it was a pleasant 80 degrees or so. This is just dumb. I think it’s a bit of a Scottsdale thing—a posh, unneccesary, and mindless use of natural resources. I mean, the place is a f*cking desert, you know?
