Even if I die alone...

Tonight I watched the sunset west of the Rio Grande from the passenger seat of the Jeep.
New Mexico comes alive in its sunsets - so much so that I have come to believe the sunset here holds redemption and salvation in its delicate decent.
Aspects of the landscape that seem broken during the day take on a new value in the fading sun. I can see this place as a painting of hopeful horizons waiting for their magic hour.
Just before the last sliver of light outlines the peaks - beyond an excruciating advance of rolling desert - I imagine the sun whispering goodnight and good luck.

We met with Raoul in Santa Fe. I can tell he has a spirit like mine. Driven to art for the sake of the principle - for our need to believe in it and to create it - so we can fall in love with it.

I listened to the boys talk about their mix-matched tastes in film - about biting their tongues to not offend and i wished I was directing something - or that I had the opportunity to direct an actor like Raoul. Sometimes I feel lonely in that. I get really excited about passion in other people.

I'm looking forward to the days when I feel right about directing film - when i find a script i can't put down.
I'm going to make beautiful cinema in subtleties that speak as if the frame is filled with prose. And in those days, I will love my own reflection in the world as it is saved by the perpetual reappearance of the setting sun.