Mick Jackson, Temple Grandin, 2010
Mick Jackson, Temple Grandin, 2010
Just finished watching Temple Grandin (2010) with ma. An extraordinary film. It connected me, perhaps more than any other film, with my relationship with sound, language, and people: how disruptive and all consuming sound becomes for me; my unrelenting obsession with how we all use words differently and the pain that induces in me in spite of my realising that that too is the beauty of life; and with my larger obsession with trying to understand people, what they’re thinking and why they’re thinking it.
The world needs all kinds of minds.
