I stood before my mentor, Lisa Bunnell, President of Distribution at Focus Features, like a novice Zen monk in front of an Enlightened Zen master would, with a slightly bowed head in sign of respect and with an open, curious state of mind, hoping I would ask the right questions, questions which could adequately prepare me for the next stage of my film-making journey: my first day at the prestigious and life-changing Academy Gold Program. This program would give me an unforgettable and unique opportunity to network with and learn from Academy members from all areas of the film industry…
PRELUDE
I should have written about her when the positively nihilistic black and transcendent orange colours of her soul were freshly imprinted on the ancient canvas of my mind. …
She invited me for dinner after I sent her a picture of the monument where she had stolen my heart.
Back then I was still on the upwards ride of the rollercoaster of our relationship. The slope of the track was almost vertical, and the sudden, cruel drop towards oblivion? Unthinkable. I told her that life was a movie and that I had a soundtrack playing in my subconscious. I don’t think I’d articulated this feeling so accurately until that moment. She smiled and said that she loved the thought. What song was playing now? she asked me, after her…
I dreamed of you again, last night, when I was not really here, when my mind was somewhere else, when I was a supernova going through an existential crisis, or a physicist on the verge of a quantum breakthrough, or a lioness at the end of her rope , I don’t know, all I know is that I dreamed of you again.
I dreamed we met differently,
more peacefully,
less forcefully,
like a tired ocean wave meets its end on the sandy beaches of infinity.
Remember when I told you consciousness was a wave
rising
rising
and then falling, crashing…
Fernando Lujan Mote
Bodhisattva at your service!
