This past weekend I revisited a favorite film, White Oleander, the story of a mother and daughter's jagged journey and the art they both created in different mediums. Ingrid, the mother, is a gifted writer as well as painter, and her daughter, Astrid also having a way with words likes to draw but finds herself more intrigued by tactile art. In the final scene of the film, Astrid has moved to New York to be an artist and has assembled suitcases as a map of her life, in pop-up-book like vignettes. This kind of art is a fun and interesting way to scrapbook and tell the stories of one's life, even if you end up carrying some baggage.
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