I am back home, the cats are here, there’s mail, one plant’s died, the others haven’t. Then I look at the leak in the ceiling and the mold. I got used to it. I like it in the end. It’s like a landscape, an abstract painting. A Tàpies, a Guo Qiang, a Borderie.
The Gleaners and I (2000, dir. Agnès Varda)
I remember how Agnés Varda was looking at the moisture on the ceiling and naming them as paintings.