The Science of being an "Arteest"

I just watched the Science of Sleep again for the umpteenth time. I'll probably own it soon enough.  J'aime Monsieur Gondry! I was watching a trailer of a documentary of him later that evening and one of the inter-titles said that what " What his heart hears, his imagination creates."  This touched me deeply. I think the reason I love this film more than any of his others is because it has so much heart. I jokingly once said that if you can make Gael Garcia Bernal a character who can't get a girl, then you are a genius. But thinking about it, its true. Stephane is a character who is alternately comfortably embedded in his strange and dangerous idiosyncrasies and that acceptance is very alluring and warming and yet there is something so lost in this character. It resonates perfectly in this Kaleidoscopic melange of reality and dream.  Daringly, the film begins in Stephane's surreality and then shifts ever so subtly to his reality. From then on we are required ( or I guess you could chose not to but...) to follow along despite the in-cohesiveness of the moments. Despite the fact that this film is not entirely linear or logical there is this very real forward momentum where emotionally ,for me at least, everything makes sense. And just when things finally fizzle down to the reality of the whole situation- it ends. It truly fades to black and we awake wondering if our sanity and our conventional needs are anywhere near as important as the endeavor to connect to someone and to understand your own chaos. 
I am fan as much as i am a deep envier of Gondry. He is just simply too talented for me to fathom.  I have seen him riding his bike in the East Village once or twice and I swear his presence makes you think like him because as he passed  by I swore I saw Technicolor plasticine monkeys riding bicycles in his head.

On another note, I randomly wrote a poem and submitted it to a poets and writers contest. I am a finalist and as such shall be printed in their soon to be published book: "Immortal Verses."  I am one out of thousands. If one wins past this, they get a load of cash and of course the reward of winning the whole shebang.  I was going to throw away the letter when it came as I thought it was just poets and writers asking me to subscribe to their mag. But before tossing it, I thought i might open it and there was a proof form of my poem to be signed off on. Whoa! I had forgotten the whole incident. So there you have it. Perhaps I too am just a little bit of the arteest. Now I am off to bed to dream of Gael- and in this movie- he definitely does get the girl!!!!!!