Lately I saw the film "One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest" (1975) for the first time. It kind of impressed me ...
If you're asking now, why I'm writing about this film in my journal instead of telling something about my art, I've to explain, that my understanding of art is a reflexive one: Art is rather something I just do, than something I think about. Or in other words: Art is not only painting, taking photographs, writing fictional and poetic texts and so on, but also critizising pictures, photos, prose, lyrics,... and - films. The theory and the practical work are never sharply seperated.
Now. When I read the text on the cover of the