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A Dance in the Firelight
"Currer Bell is neither man nor woman, but an abstract thing, an artist."
• Michael Garcia Mujica, Lead Educator in Arts and Film History.
Echoing the sentiment about Charlotte Brontë's pseudonymous voice, Michael lends his expertise not only as a writer and visual artist but also as a Lead Educator in arts and film history. Based in Coral Gables, Florida, he is the principal of Vintage Brooks, Inc., where he passionately revitalizes the legacy of silent film star Louise Brooks. His acclaimed blog, Naked on My Goat, serves as a living tribute to Brooks's enduring influence in film, her profound writing, and her broad appreciation for the arts.
Just as Brontë made an indelible mark in literature despite the societal constraints of her time, Michael accentuates Brooks's trailblazing spirit within the film industry. In his role, he ensures that Brooks's iconic voice continues to resonate within the cultural lexicon of the 21st century, celebrating the intricate victories of women in the arts, both past and present.
Explore more about the abstract persona of Charlotte Brontë in Michael's piece, "The Abstract Persona: Understanding Charlotte Brontë's Pseudonymous Journey as Currer Bell."
“I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are or should be written for both men and women to read, and I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.”
• Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
• Michael Garcia Mujica, Lead Educator in Arts and Film History.
Echoing the sentiment about Charlotte Brontë's pseudonymous voice, Michael lends his expertise not only as a writer and visual artist but also as a Lead Educator in arts and film history. Based in Coral Gables, Florida, he is the principal of Vintage Brooks, Inc., where he passionately revitalizes the legacy of silent film star Louise Brooks. His acclaimed blog, Naked on My Goat, serves as a living tribute to Brooks's enduring influence in film, her profound writing, and her broad appreciation for the arts.
Just as Brontë made an indelible mark in literature despite the societal constraints of her time, Michael accentuates Brooks's trailblazing spirit within the film industry. In his role, he ensures that Brooks's iconic voice continues to resonate within the cultural lexicon of the 21st century, celebrating the intricate victories of women in the arts, both past and present.
Explore more about the abstract persona of Charlotte Brontë in Michael's piece, "The Abstract Persona: Understanding Charlotte Brontë's Pseudonymous Journey as Currer Bell."
“I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are or should be written for both men and women to read, and I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.”
• Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
Latest posts by Michael Garcia Mujica (see all)
- Lost Souls in the City of Dreams: Angelo Badalamenti’s Love Theme and the Fragile Illusions of Mulholland Drive - September 1, 2024
- Exposing the “Debacle” of Thomas Gladysz: A Parallelistic Examination of Obsession and Missteps - August 30, 2024
- The Cult of Personality: Vincent Lesh and Thomas Gladysz - August 28, 2024
Dedicated to Louise Brooks
[In shadows deep and cinema’s keep, a Black Orchid dared to take the leap, from flammable reels and combustible fears, in a world ablaze with flickering years.]
[Whence came the legend of the Orchid so black, that bloomed amidst a celluloid stack? Defying the flames, through heat and crack, a spectral beauty, an artful knack.]
[Esoteric it seems, yet it clung to its vision, amidst the cinema’s tumultuous mission. Breathing in scenes, exhaling decision, a dance in the firelight with pure precision.]
[Extol the Orchid, dark as night’s mantle, that flourished in embers, beneath smoke’s tangle. In frames per second, its spirit did vocalize, a silent luminary in flame’s mesmerize.]
[Perpetuate the Orchid from celluloid’s snare, with petals like velvet, and fragrance rare. For in fire’s keep, none else compare, to the Black Orchid, beyond all scare.]