The walls in my office and classroom are plastered each year with paper remains of programs, broadcasts, projects, post-its, printouts and any other imaginable form of documentation. You name it, it covers every vertical space available...or at least it used to before I had to take everything down two summers ago for a muchly needed room fumigation that included a fresh coat of paint all over.
One "posting" I always kept front and center (meaning: no other hanging was placed near it for fear of covering it up) was an old ad of a re-release of Fellini's 8 1/2 playing in NYC. As each school year ticked by, the ad would get a little more yellow, a little more tattered. Yet there it remained, for several years, on the wall in my office--a constant reminder (sometimes thorn in my side) that I had a movie to make, a story to tell and if I didn't make it I'd forever have the anguished look of Mastrioniani's character Guido, overcome by his inaction, his inability to finish his movie.
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