With my family taking up 4 entire rows at The Royal, I’m feeling quite at home on stage! Still reeling from such an incredible premiere and the thriving film community in Toronto.
Fierce, classy and always celebrating life. Forever in the centre of my heart.
I had a dream that Grandma Black was so incredibly happy. She was beaming with happiness. All her friends & family came to say goodbye, and she was the belle of the ball. RIP Grandma Black xo
ELIZABETH CATHERINE BLACK (nee STEWART) 1931 – 2014 Formerly of Toronto With sadness, Elizabeth passed away April 2, 2014 in Owen Sound, ON at Lee Manor. Beloved wife of the late James Arthur Black (November 2013). Dear mother of Nancy (Vern) Foley, Arthur, ON; David (Grace) Black, Owen Sound and Bruce A. Black, Port Perry. Beloved grandmother of Miriam and John Foley, Catherine Black (Jason Stare), Kaladar and Kiran Williamson- Black, Kris, Alex and Vanessa Clark. Only daughter of the late Williamina (1978) and David H. Stewart (1954). She attended Runnymede Public School, Humberside Collegiate, Toronto and the University of Toronto – Victoria College. Member and Past President of the Canadian Women’s Opera Committee (CWOC). Elizabeth (and Jim) travelled the globe for business and pleasure, spending many winters at St. Pete Beach, FL. They lived with vitality and dignity and gave generously all of their lives. Elizabeth was a wonderful artist and a lover of music, particularly Opera. Her greatest love was entertaining friends and family. They enjoyed their cottage on Sunny Lake, Muskoka for 45 years. Send your memories of Elizabeth and Jim to firstname.lastname@example.org. Resting peacefully at the Greg Roberts Funeral Home, Mildmay. Funeral will be held Friday, April 11, 2014, at 11:00 a.m. in Melville United Church, 300 St. Andrew St. W., Fergus, ON. Interment in Belsyde Cemetery, Fergus. Luncheon to follow. Donations may be made to Parkinson Society Canada.
Published in the Toronto Star on Apr. 5, 2014
Festival Director, Bern Euler, of Canadian Film Fest, calls De Puta Madre: A Love Story ‘Surreal & sexy’
Join filmmaker and leading lady, Catherine Black, in Toronto for the Canadian premiere of De Puta Madre: A Love Story on March 22nd 2014 as part of the Homegrown Shorts program at Canadian Film Fest.
So beyond honoured that my Big baby, De Puta Madre A Love Story is official selection at 2014 The Madrid International Film Festival, AND that I was nominated for ‘Best Leading Actress In A Short Film, ‘Best Short Film’ and ‘Best Story’! I just found out from my very good friend, Layne Coleman, who’s film, The Shape Of Rex, was also nominated. Layne saw my nominations before I saw the email from Madrid IFF. I love that that was how I found out, and that my very good friend will be with me for this very special event. Can’t wait to see all the other films….in MADRID!
Movie I star in has a few screenings in upcoming film fests. Premiere’s in LA March 18th!
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I lived with my Grandparents growing up. We were tight. This is a big one. As devastated as I am, I’m happy he went out strong and is not suffering. It just wouldn’t have been his style to stick around stuck between 4 walls. When I was 17, my grandfather told me to never quit acting. After my performance of Juliet at the Leah Poslun’s Theatre in Toronto, he said “Boy oh boy are you good, don’t you dare listen to your father, you are meant to be an actor.” We used to drive down the Don Valley Parkway every morning as he drove me to school. Racing under bridges, alley ways and side streets trying to beat traffic (Grampa’s favorite pass time) and one day he told me a story about a moment in his life where he chose happiness over anger and a commitment towards that philosophy. It really stuck with me and I even quoted him on this in a movie I made last year. My grandma was always snarking at him, “You eternal optimist!” And he was. We were all with him when he passed. He deserved that. I had a private moment with him just before his last breath. I will never forget it for as long as I live. Last week, at first, I felt like a part of me died, but now I see that he lives on in me. My grandfather lived passionately with the love of his life (Elizabeth Black), and every moment was chosen with integrity, honesty, clarity, love, joy and responsibility. He jumped into life with his whole body. I’m proud to be his granddaughter. The funeral was beautiful and healing, and the innocent stories of homemade explosives, and other shenanigans Grandpa and his brothers got up to, at his grave in Fergus Ontario, were hilarious and cathartic. Proud to be a Black.
JAMES ARTHUR BLACK Formerly of Toronto, passed away at Grey Bruce Health Services, Owen Sound on Sunday, November 17, 2013 in his 85th year. Beloved husband of Elizabeth (Stewart) Black of Summit Place, Owen Sound. Dear father of Nancy and her husband Vern Foley of Arthur, David and his wife Grace of Owen Sound and Bruce of Port Perry. Loving grandfather of Catherine, Miriam, John, Kaladar, Kirian, Kris, Alex and Vanessa. Brother of Jack and Velma of Fergus, Robert and Norma of Owen Sound, Olive Roberts of Fergus, Fred and Delores of Holstein and Mary and Val Glen of Mount Forest. Fondly remembered by many nieces and nephews. Predeceased by his brother- in-law, Al Chyc. James was born in Toronto on December 17, 1928. He attended Humberside Collegiate and was quarterback of the football team and continued his post-secondary education at The University of Western Ontario. His career spanned over five decades at Wood Gundy where he became Director of Government Finance. In retirement, Jim was our mother’s right hand as she soldiered through her term as President of the Canadian Opera Finance Committee. In 1994, Jim became President of the National Club in Toronto. He often would attend luncheons with his Bay Street friends at “The Club” as he truly respected and enjoyed their company. Later in years, Jim was devoted to our mother Elizabeth and he particularly loved his grandchildren. He also was a huge fan of sports, loved his Maple Leafs and The Argonauts. Jim Black is resting at the Greg Roberts Funeral Home, Mildmay. Visitation will be held in Central Westside United Church, Owen Sound on Wednesday, November 20, 2013 from 1 p.m. until the time of the Funeral Service at 3 p.m., with the Rev. David Shearman officiating. Interment at Belsyde Cemetery, Fergus on Thursday, November 21st at 1 p.m. Donations may be made to the Grey Bruce Regional Hospital. Toronto Star guest book dedicated to James Black
I whipped this up on Saturday night. TEASER TRAILER for my short film De Puta Madre A Love Story. YAY!
I just got back to LA after filming a starring role in the psychological thriller “Mary Loss Of Soul” in Massachusetts all month. I worked so hard, I didn’t go anywhere except set. It’s kind of like I wasn’t even there!
What made my job almost easy as a director and actor on the set of De Puta Madre A Love Story, for starters, was having an amazing cinematographer; “Bradley Stonesifer”. Bradley became an extension of my own mind, while also adding invaluable wisdom and a sharp artistic eye. On top of a detailed shot list created over 3 days with Bradley, we photo-boarded the entire movie on location which became much more illuminating than my story board sketches. I had two staged readings with anonymous audiences and was lucky enough to have extensive rehearsals with my other actor, Pierluca Arancio, over the better part of a year. Some rehearsals were filmed for my reference. I probably taped myself performing the entire movie in one shot at least 10 times over with prerecorded audio of Pierluca’s dialog. I later went over these videos with a fine tooth comb. This all allowed me to not only be so prepared as an actor that it became second nature, but also to be 100% confident, deep in my bones, of what I wanted to see from both myself and Pierluca, as well as from each shot. On the day, we all just did what was planned. The preparation gave me all the freedom I needed on set.
Still photo on the set of my 1st movie as a filmmaker, De Puta Madre A Love Story!! Massive gratitude to my amazing crew, Meher Mount & Meher Baba for the gift of filming on sacred land along with all the love and generosity. Our footage is beyond my wildest dreams. This is happiness. Photo by Jason Paul Bennett
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Here I am overlooking the beautiful Ojai Valley on the north, the Pacific Ocean and Channel Islands to southwest, and the Topa Topa Bluffs in the Los Padres National Forest to the northeast at De Puta Madre’s filming location; Meher Mount. Meher Mount is a 173-acre universal spiritual center dedicated to Avatar Meher Baba. I am beyond honored that I have this opportunity and I know our movie will be so much more powerful and go on to touch even more people. I am also grateful that I can help Meher Mount in return, by filming there and bringing awareness to Meher Baba’s message in celebrating Divine Love and Oneness, service, and for loving God through nature.
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We woke at 9am in Yellowstone and hit the road Oregon bound. No time for Old Faithful, or Grand Prisma. I heard that jumping off the waterfalls in Fairy Falls is a must. I guess I’ll have to return one day. On the way out we saw Pronghorn, more Bison with their babies and Bull Moose. We suited up in Canon Village Montana with some pretty serious cowboy hats and drove straight until 5:55pm when the geography told us to stop. In Idaho Falls, just outside of Areo, off the Oregon Trail (US 20) was an ocean of lava, known as Craters Of The Moon. It was an ominous pit stop that was beautiful in its silence of life. Like Mother Nature paved over a huge lush garden that was now forever sentenced underground. My pictures don’t do Craters of The Moon any justice. It was stupid windy and tumble weeds were chasing us and sticking to my prized paintings, so I rushed this shoot. My inner Harley homing device directed us right at Idaho Falls Harley Dealership where I was offered a job and scored a classic black HD t-shirt. We settled down in Baker City Oregon late that night with sloppy chicken wings and a local rock band in a strip mall parking lot.
We woke with the world at 9am. I sat listless on a log drinking my coffee with a bird. That bird just starred at me while sitting mere inches away. I felt special, but I think that bird is just so used to people and was probably just hanging around longing for a crumb of my breakfast. There was bison everywhere. They kind of took my breath away. It is so strange to me to be completely engulfed in nature while simultaneously entangled in society. That is Yellowstone in a nutshell. We spent the day in Yellowstones Grand Canyon, known as Lower Falls. Magical and stunning, even with the herds of people everywhere. There was no escaping these families, they were hiding in every nook of those woods. After a 3 hour hike to the falls base we were awarded with a DOUBLE RAINBOW!!! The crowds of people, young and old, that braced the trek down were all ironically freaking out just like the actual Double Rainbow guy. It was a moment of pure and silly consciousness, where we were all apart of the whole. After a vigorous day on no sleep we had a great dinner in the Canon Camps dinning room. This fancy camping is not really for me, it just seems so wrong, and takes all the fun out of the experience, but I must admit, I was grateful for the warmth, comfort and the wine tonight. Crowds of people make me want an expensive dinner. Later that evening we had another manic gorgeous photo shoot with Benevolence 2 in the woods. I was reminded of The Cure song, A Forest. When I look at these photos I feel such eery darkness and isolation. I wanted that. I don’t even remember the screaming children, the classic rock or the hum of conflicting mass conversation in surround sound. In these photos, I feel only the forest.
Finally ate a real breakfast of hash browns, eggs and salsa! I was so deprived of nutrients this made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Guzzled our watery coffee, and hit the road by 10am! I even bought myself a trashy pink Harley t-shirt in Casper. The old Oregon Trail is long and beautiful, even at 70 mph, I just can’t imagine it by foot. My cozy road trip in our VW SUV felt as if we would never make it to Yellowstone, let alone California. Traveling for years on foot and wagon, in a state of perpetual expansion, must have just been the most strikingly helpless buildup of excitement. In some ways, I long for such an experience, to travel through the unknown to the other side. No one in this day of knowing will ever truly know what that is like.
Today was the day. We stopped for so many adventures. Boysen State park is where my next vacation must be. That reservoir was gorgeous. I wanted to just pull over and set up camp forever. Wyoming felt like home. The terrain, the sky, the people, the way the cattle are raised and the fact that there is no cell phone reception in the entire state. I fell madly in love with Wyoming. Before ever setting foot on American soil, as a child, my first love was of “Americana”. I dreamed of the smell of Wyoming, of cowboys, open range, endless sunsets, freedom and motorcycles, and here it was. Had a mad feet dip dash in “The Worlds Largest Mineral Hot Spring”. My feet were vibrating for the next 48 hours. Our second meal that day was in Thermopolis – Whiskey, Steak, rainbow trout and vegetables! First vegetables since Canada, best steak of my life AND I managed to have it all without a trace of cheese thrown on top. You know you are headed towards civilization when there is no cheese on top of everything, vegetables and good coffee. Stopped again in Cody, the birth place of Jackson Pollock; a cool bustling town, and bought camping gear. We rolled into Yellowstone just after 1am, saw 2 otter, and 3 deer before setting up our fancy complicated tent. Freezing, absolutely terrible sleep by 4am.
Hit the road at 11:11 am and scored breakfast in Rockwell City. Everyone was so nice here compared to Fort Dodge. We drove like banshees on the two lane road and didn’t see a single car. This was the longest part of the drive because the geography, essentially, wouldn’t change and there was nothing to stop for and run around and enjoy. We ate hummus in the car and just drove. Peaceful magic hour photo op/yoga break in Cherry County Johnston Nebraska with hay stacks, giant sunflowers and billions of dragon flies. Two cowgirls came down to see what all the fuss was about. They were sweet as pie as we photographed Red Dance on their land. Finally settled in Chardron NE, late that night in the most striking 1800′s throw back saloon. Played board games and drank whiskey in the Old Main St. Inn where General Nelson Miles stayed right after his men massacred the Sioux Indians. I couldn’t sleep knowing there was blood on the floor, or maybe it was just the authentic lumpy beds that were surely from the 1800′s.
What I did not know that morning I took off from Fergus to LA, was that my inner world would never be the same again. Everything that had been in the shadows would come into the light and there could be no more hiding. I don’t know if it was because I pushed myself to drive 12 to 14 hours a day. I don’t know if was the desolate roads to seemingly nowhere and the sheer vastness of the geography that expanded my mind. Or was it the cold hard reality that I would never go home again. Maybe it was simply the stars. Whatever it was, this was the beginning of a new life.
Lost a day in Chicago. One Province and 5 states later I brush my teeth at 70 miles per hour to save time. Finally abandoning the Inner State for the Old Oregon Trail- US 20 West! Just like the original settlers of the West. So beautiful. I am so happy, so free, in love and excited. With my fresh Canadian Maple Syrup my aunt Nancy gave me at my side. Magic Hour opp somewhere between Stockton township and Woodbine township IL. I want to walk through this wood gate and follow the path to the setting sun.
We stopped driving around 2 am in the only hotel open in Fort Dodge Iowa, 6 states later. Slept soundly in the dirty honeymoon suite, in a King size bed, conveniently situated right beside a jacuzzi.
Researching for the role has got to be my favorite task of acting. Of course I love to perform, but I really couldn’t have one without the other. However much time I am given, I will take it, and I will do nothing but indulge from the moment I am set loose. This is where it get’s into my blood, into my bones and becomes intimate. There is a waking up in the middle of the night obsessive kind of thing, where characters become apart of me. For the role of Ann, I had about 2 months to prepare. I read everything I could on The Donner Party, and that time period in America. I even traced Ann’s genealogy back to England. I was obsessed. When I’m done with a role it is impossible to say how long she will linger with me. Sometime, I couldn’t get away fast enough, and sometimes, she never leaves. Part of my letting go of Ann involved having my own Westward Expansion.
My journey began at my 6th generation family farm in Fergus Ontario Canada. After a hot humid night on the front porch, we woke at 6am to fresh farm eggs, fruit and coffee made by my aunt Nancy, took a tour of the old barn before it gets torn down and the giant silo’s full of spelt, snapped a few photo’s and headed for the border!
At the border I got the same immigration officer that gave me a hard time 4 years ago. With 2 suitcases and a cat for my 1st pilot season, he cut my trip in half, and said “I’ll be watching you” as I walked away. It was nice to see him again green card in hand! We then drove 4 states and I called my 3 year old niece Emma. She cracked my heart wide open screaming “WHERE ARE YOU?!!” “WHERE ARE YOU!!??!!” I LOOOOOVE YOU!!!!”
Here is Benevolence 3 and Red Dance at the beginning of their tour from Canada to LA, across the old Oregon trail and down the coast to California.
After researching the role of Ann Fosdick in The Donner Party I became fascinated with the first settlers who traveled West. Having left my own Country and home in Canada to chase sunshine and dreams, I decided to fully explore the route they took back in 1846. I drove 4 of my favorite paintings from my family farm in Fergus Ontario Canada, across the old Oregon Trail and down the coast. At every turn that caught my fancy, and every day at magic hour, I lugged my oils paintings, painted on 4′x 6′ slabs of ply wood, out of the van. Here is Red Dance in the Redwoods after sleeping in the car because I thought I could drive all night.