Saturday, August 22, 2009

Therapy Through Prose - Session #1

Did you ever think that wishes of youth would ever come true, wishes made on birthday candles, and falling stars, and wishbones. Sweet innocent hopes and pure regard of the world.

Did you ever wonder where the easter bunny got his chocolate, or the tooth fairy got all that money, in coins no less, how one magical woman would fly to houses of slumbering children, in a gossamer dress.

In years that follow, life and trials try to strip you of those thoughts, that intuition that the bogey man is under your bed, that you smell the snow in the air, that saying "bless you " at a sneeze, saves an angel.

Stay in that clubhouse, keep having that tea party, don't put the barbies in the attic, or the lincoln logs in storage. Marvel and wonder at the night sky, ask why the sky is still blue and hum when you eat something really good.

Stick your tongue out at mean people, play tag and still break your neck trying to get away. Hold your mother tight when she kisses you goodbye and still offer her you're awe and adoration.

Go to the corner store and buy candy with thousands of found pennies, use monopoly money to go to the movies. Look both ways, before crossing.. anything, or anyone. Be brutally honest, yet quick to hug and smile at each other

Drink Kool-aid like it was the most glorious and wonderful drink the entire solar system and wipe the softdrink mustache off on your sleeve, even if it is your best white sunday school/.church shirt.

Look at your father, like the hero he is or hopes and tries to be,

Never let loose of those things that give you joy, and take your breath away. For there are guards on the temple of true contentment. Mean, unsmiling hulks, whose sole aim, is to make you one of them. So, once more, draw your wooden sword, and position your garbage can shield into place, Feel your pillowcase cape flow in the wind, and do righteous battle.

The aged are not old, neither the youthful, young. Those who dream, and smile, and skip, hold the secret key, to the temple of true contentment.

Once more into the breach...

After three hot dogs and a handful of DORITOS, AND I'm in it.

I actually dig this part of the film making process, the planning, the scouting, hunting down actors and equipment. I'm going to start filming in September, and as much as I want this, I'm not excited. This is not to say that I'm not completely elated to finally be filming, far from it.

I'm out of my crazy over the moon, to finally be in production. The reason I'm not excited, is that I want to keep a level head, to keep my jubilant nature in check, so I can do this the right way. To complete this herculean task with a 100% chance of success. I have the tendency to let my fervor for a thing drive me, and in this case.. I gotta stay on point.

i love film making, I love the technical aspect of it, as much as I love the artistic side of it. I'm looking forward to seeing the actors, breathe new and fresh life in to the characters I created. To see them inhabit the world I've created, and make it live, the same way it lives in my imagination.

I can't wait to take the raw materials of light and art, and sculpt into a compelling visual story. I don't dread any part of this process. Well, that's not true, I will dread the moment this experience is over. When all the acting, editing and creation is over and the film is online.

Which is why I'm going to keep making small films, and then later, larger films. And with every moment I'm not filming, I'll be creating new pieces, and getting them online as soon as possible. I don't one wasted minute spent thinking "Now what am I going to do?". I will continue to write, film, and edit for as long as I have the will, desire, and energy to keep on filming.

I'm obsessed, and which this particular obsession, I've no problem letting it consume me. I'm a filmmaker, this is what I do