VT (for all of my design-obsessed peeps)

courtesyofjjjjoundblog Peeps, My friend D once accused me of liking only sad movies, to which I protested.  Lately two movies keep playing in my head and at times during the day I revisit them and continue to be moved.  I prefer movies that illustrate the complexities of our existence, the flawed relationships that captivate us spellbound through years and years; I love the ones that move me to look beyond myself as I experience the broad range of emotions that reiterates:  yes, I am alive, I have worth, I too feel, I am no different from millions of others, yet somehow unique, I too have a story, a voice (and not unlike the characters moving across the screen in a fabricated reality, yet still a reality) I want it heard, and seen, and this is what I believes drives artistry, and artists, and ART. Last night I ventured out after the quick down-pour that surprised area residents at about 730 pm.  Then a mad dash to the theatre in order to secure adjoini...