FILMOGRAPHY

One afternoon I went to Soho and met my old boyfriend. I hadn’t seen him for perhaps a dozen years. He took me to his gallery and pulled out some paintings from the storage racks in back. The room seemed familiar. I realized it was the gallery location used in the film An Unmarried Woman.

Something inside me started to laugh. I was standing in the exact fantasy of my girlhood. There I was in a big gallery with this artist, an intellectual cowboy with a sense of humor, showing me his paintings. Telling me about them. Other people were crowding around.

He took me to lunch. We talked. He remembered all sorts of little details about things we had done together. I don’t have that kind of memory. Francis does. As he talked, I realized that he is the same kind of romantic as Francis, with the same kind of obsession about his work, same vivid, visual fantasy life. A person easily bored, continually setting impossible goals, stimulated by risks and crises.