My studio is not exactly the New York City artist’s loft I always wanted. There is a part of me that wanted to be a true bohemian artist—THAT person—the one who lives and acts by a different set of conventional rules. I didn’t so now I am writing about it.
My loft would not be just about art; it would be a collection of all my thoughts and loves. Books everywhere—particularly old books. Maybe I would also be a book collector and dealer like Paul Martel in the movie Unfaithful with Diane Lane.
If you miss the moody seduction of love or lust, you might want to watch this film. Lately, I am focused on the book writing and, if you have read a couple of the excerpts here, you’ll get the idea about the plot points and the sexy–erotic influences of films like this one. The book has required lots of editing, mostly so that I could release (or allow) a sensitivity to the jagged edges of feminine desire, forbidden or dangerous games, monsters within, and the conflicting philosophy of a good girl.