agnès

I discovered the work of Agnès Varda far too late, so late that I only paid close attention when she came to Harvard last year. She was a gem. Particularly, when I watched her film about gleaners, I understood that she had something special in her, something I aspire to.

I wanted to lap up all of her work, and see her again, in all her magnificence, but she died before I could. I learned that we shared a birthday, and I wonder still if in some astrological understanding, I might see some of what she saw, and expressed.

I have always been drawn to the stories of the everyday. Happy birthday, Agnès, wherever you are.