I had spent a lifetime in a Catholic household where adhering to dogma, rather than self-discovery, was the thing. But for me it all led to a kind of sourness, a distrust of anything soft, of beauty, silence, love. We would often sit and talk about confronting the blank page, the blank canvas, the blank song sheet. “I remember one time,” Newell told me, “Fred and I were in Ligonier, Pa., in the mountains, and we were filming a nighttime sequence. I think that the need to create is the need to bridge that gap.

Source: New York Times November 19, 2019 09:56 UTC