Creativity at the 47th Denver Film Festival

Reliably, Denver Film Fest screens bios and documentaries about artists. 2024 is no exception. My three favorites are: Swamp Dogg Gets his Pool Painted and Secret Mall Apartment and Two Artists Trying not to Kill Each Other – all different, all homages to the spirit of curiosity, insight, and collaboration. If you enjoy how creativity manifests in actions and relationships, these films will light you up! 

In brief, Swamp Dogg Gets his Pool Painted chronicles the life and musicality of Jerry Williams, Jr., an R&B singer and keyboardist who started performing in his teens and by the time he reached his early 20s, realized he needed a wilder name he could grow into for stage presence and edgy antics, and so became Swamp Dogg. Over the decades he toured, produced recordings for a wide range of artists, and wrote songs performed by blues, R&B, Southern rock and country singers. Meanwhile he was making his own records, and getting canned by one label after another. In his 70s he’s a widower, at home in The Valley – northeast LA – sharing his bachelor pad with Guitar Shorty and the young surprising multi-instrumentalist Moogstar, a man raised in the church who could play any instrument well and found healing from a harsh upbringing as a flamboyant and remarkable individual. And yes, the pool gets painted. 

Secret Mall Apartment is just what the title says: an empty space within the structure of the upscale Providence Mall in Providence, RI, discovered and inhabited by a group of artists displaced by development from the abandoned mill buildings across the river. RISD instructor Michael Townsend, who sparks ideas constantly, leads the group of artists who claim and transform this space. Along the way we learn about Townsend’s other projects, and who could not be moved by the transformational quality of his work? It’s a must-see! 

Two Artists Trying not to Kill Each Other is about the midlife marriage of Joel Meyerowitz, prolific and successful photographer, and Maggie Barrett, writer and artist who, while overshadowed by his fame, is his equal in their partnering of souls. We see some of their art, but what takes center stage is an honest mature relationship, in which both are able to say what they mean, criticize, and renew their deep affection. It’s a treatise in how to grow and maintain a loving adult relationship. 

And, it’s worth mentioning that in the toolbox of all these artists is a large portion of kindness. This is what we need these days, so you should see these films! Thank you for the opportunity to see them, DFF!

To the Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf

1927. 2021. To the Lighthouse is as modern a novel as anything written now. Woolf gives us complete interiority of (some of) her characters, and as we watch them hesitate, yearn, bristle, struggle, we find each effort familiar, the ways our minds work too. The story takes place at a vacation house, an old manse growing shabby, on the Scottish coast, outside a small town. The Ramsays, Mr. and Mrs., their eight children, and their boarders – scholars, dreamers – spend their summers interacting and avoiding, gathered to dine at one long table but daily scattered.

Through Mrs. Ramsay we see a household run with conscious artistry, anchoring a social world in which every person is suitably paired-off, married and content. Through Mr. Ramsay we see scholarship honored, matters dealt with well, precisely, with thrift and consideration and inevitable though unrecognized success. Through Lily Briscoe, a painter, we see the tension between vision and execution, the moment of recognition followed by years of not bringing it to life. Through William Bankes, the older solicitor whom Mrs. Ramsay hopes to pair with Lily, we see a comfort in taking one’s time, in order, in details. Through Charles Tansley, one of the young scholars, we see the difficulty of relating with ordinary people, coupled with surges of admiration for Mrs. Ramsay. Through the Ramsay children we see expressions of pure freedom and joy, tamped down by their father’s rigid matter-of-factness that yields to enthusiasm only on his own behalf, never theirs. 

Woolf’s sentences are perfect expressions of how interiority is manifested in words: “But now – [William Bankes] turned, with his glasses raised to the scientific examination of [Lily Briscoe’s] canvas. The question being one of the relations of masses, of lights and shadows, which, to be honest, he had never considered before, he would like to have it explained – what then did she wish to make of it? And he indicated the scene before them. She looked. She could not show him what she wished to make of it, could not see it even herself, without a brush in her hand. She took up once more her old painting position with the dim eyes and the absent-minded manner, subduing all her impressions as a woman to something much more general; becoming once more under the power of that vision which she had seen clearly once and must now grope for among hedges and houses and mothers and children – her picture.” 

Woolf is experiencing a comeback these days, and rightly so: her ability to parse into words the restless movement of the human mind, helps us to dive beneath the surfaces that surround us, to quest for satisfaction, creative expression, understanding. Beyond what we see lies what it might mean, the myriad possibilities of that search and conclusion. If you read Woolf in high school, as I did, you’d benefit from revisiting her insights in the light of life experience.