Tonight I saw the movie “The Beaches of Agnes”, a documentary by Agnès Varda. Her movie “Sans Toit Ni Loi” is my favorite movie about the limits of freedom.
In this documentary about her own life Agnès Varda sometimes reminded me of Ewa Mehl, a Polish sculptor in Amsterdam, who was one of the first people to take my writings seriously.
“The Beaches of Agnes” beautifully shows that true irony is a higher form of melancholy.