TIM SIKA,
KGO RADIO, President, San Francisco Film Critics Circle
The other morning I woke up a little early in order to go to Yoga. As I walked up to the studio my neighbor from across the street was paying for parking, which was a surprise because I had never seen her there. Then, as I signed in, the people behind me introduced themselves. Turned out that they saw my......
It’s Monday Oct 7th, and tomorrow will be 4 weeks since my mother passed away. At this time, last month, I was in a car on the way to the airport in Tel Aviv. After 20 hours of travel I made it to my mother’s bedside in North Carolina with just two hours to spare before she passed away. It’s......
Our mother was the GOAT. Yes I’m referring to just how stubborn she could be, but I’m really using the term to link her with Michael Jordan – who just so happens to have given a nice chunk of money to help build her beloved School of Social Work. Like him, she refused to accept that the ceiling is the......
I have been thinking a lot about images and how their meaning shifts and changes on both a micro and macro level. Individual images gain meaning through the passage of time. Something that feels so normal as to be not worthy of anyone’s attention at one time might spark intense levels of nostalgia 20 years later. ...
I woke up this morning to find myself tagged in the image above, an instagram post about “Radiation”, our most successful film from a festival standpoint, but our least successful film in terms of distribution. While it showed at over 40 international festivals, almost no one ever saw it outside of that circuit. This has happened to a few of......
Last week as we sat by a fountain, my mother said, “Look at that bird.” I saw it right away. A trick of the light, this shadow bird could only be seen from one angle, and only at a very specific time each day. My mom has always seen shapes in clouds, trees, and sea shells. Her creative mind makes......
Throughout the 1980s, as America’s downtown districts declined in importance and the “big-box” stores began their slow march across the country, malls became increasing central to American popular culture, dominating the social life of a large swath of the population. In 1989 Michael Galinsky, a twenty-year-old photographer, drove across the country recording this change: the spaces, textures and pace that defined this era.
