*dance* They say watching tv is bad? Come on - where else could you see Ewan McGregor's jewels? I was too tired to watch the whole movie, but I strained my eyes for the first 45 minutes or so of The Pillow Book by Peter Greenaway.
What's a pillow book? Essentially a journal - ahhh now we're talking. It's just my thing, just prettier. Beautiful imagery and words so of course I connected to it immediately. In the words of Rachel Ray, yum-o. I can't even begin to describe the happy little feeling that welled up within my fourth chakra.
"Spring is best at dawn as gradually the hilltops lighten, while, the light grows brighter until there are purple-tinged clouds trailing though the sky."
Calligraphy, poetry, drawings, lists. Ooooooooooh. The English translations that I am looking at though probably do not translate well. This would probably be a good time to learn Japanese. One day indeed. I really do hate translations. Imagine watching it with Spanish subtitles (for the Japanese parts). Of course Spanish is more beautifully translated poetically. I think English is just hideous at times.
This Sei Shonagon gal was amazing, and it's poignant to note that women and men have not changed much since 996. This also has reminded me of the history of writing journals. Look how it's evolved - where will it go next?
Oh wow I love this. I think the film and book are going on my wish list. *hint hint*
I'm doing my scroll work inspired by this - for sure.