Each time the credits roll, I find myself thinking the same thing: Thank God, Foster woke up.If he didn’t shake himself out of the stupor of malaise 10 years ago and get back in the water, if he hadn’t been able to maintain his practice of diving daily, if he hadn’t been able to slow down enough to be fully present, he might never have seen her. The octopus.
What a beautiful, luminous picture you have painted here, Cathleen. Craig Foster’s story reminds me, on a much smaller scale, of my own occluded creativity and compels me, at the very least, to recall that the optimism and curiosity that once lead me to write and draw and design still exists. Now if only I can take the dive through the muck and follow it.
What a beautiful, luminous picture you have painted here, Cathleen. Craig Foster’s story reminds me, on a much smaller scale, of my own occluded creativity and compels me, at the very least, to recall that the optimism and curiosity that once lead me to write and draw and design still exists. Now if only I can take the dive through the muck and follow it.