The formula is simple and logical.
You discover something that you enjoy, that speaks to you, and you need to find out more and more about it. It could be a CD. You enjoy the songs, you enjoy the sound, so you find more by the artist. Then you notice the producer. Or the session musicians. Or even the label. And then you find yourself in a whirlpool of genres, sounds, information.
It's like an itch you can't stop scratching.
The same thing can be said for film. For me, it all started with John Waters. I watched his films and then I read his books and read interviews and listened to his director's commentary (yes, I do that) and you keep on hearing names. One name that stuck in my mind was Kuchar.
The Kuchar brothers.
These two weirdo, campy, brothers produced some insane films that challenged, titillated and even occasionally bored cinema-goers for the last 50 years or so.
Mike Kuchar is also known for his visual art, a mishmash born somewhere between R Crumb and Heavy Metal.
A collection of his work is currently being shown in San Francisco at Magnet. It's a rare glimpse into the mind of a man who has influenced generations of queer filmmakers (and non-queer filmmakers) with the images that have sprung forth from his mind.