Columbia

Nov. 16th, 2012 06:35 pm
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Columbia

At the beginning of October, my dear friend, Holly, in the grips of anger and despair over the current political climate in the country was struck by a vision of something better. In chat, she told me about it, and Professional Enabler that I am, I got out my shovel and started shoving coal in it as fast as I could to help stoke the Fire.

In the space of what felt like hours, but was really days, we suddenly were talking about a communal art project, a project to reimagine a quintessentially American Goddess, and what we could do to not just reimagine Her, but reclaim Her, rebirth Her… bring Her back and in the process, bring ourselves back.

In Holly’s own words:

We used to revere the Statue of Liberty as a symbol of our country and our ideals. And before her, did you know we used to poetically refer to our nation as “Columbia?” A goddess modeled after the honorable figures of Greek and Roman democratic virtues, Columbia was the feminine incarnation of America for her first hundred years, until she fell under the shadow of the Statue of Liberty in the 20th century. …

What would happen if we re-imagined Columbia for ourselves… for America’s future? What would she look like? What would her symbols be, and how would she be embodied in our modern culture? How could she stand for us as a guide, a protectress, and a democratic ideal that we could collectively strive for?

I am possessed by the desire to sculpt a new Columbia out of the mud.[emphasis: Anji's]

To reanimate her in our time of need, beautiful, righteous, and powerful. I want to give form to this power I know we all possess, a power that represents Equality, Justice, Compassion, and UNITY.

I don’t know about you, but this set my head on FIRE.

As Witch and Priestess, to be Called to reclaim a Goddess so long abandoned, I couldn’t help but respond. I joyously pledged my support to the project and together, Holly and I will be co-curating Columbia Rising Together, (she as Creative Director and I as Producer), our vision is an Open Call for Art to eventually be exhibited in a commercial gallery, after which the exhibition will go on tour, while simultaneously living on the internet as an interactive exhibit.

Our joint vision is that this will grow into a movement. While Holly has pledged to hold and build the temple, I have pledged to stoke the Fire.

To that end, here is my own first contribution. Oh, and by the way, this is why I was asking for raptor wranglers. I really really need an eagle…

It’s an enormous project.

But I, for one, know that it can do amazing things. I hope you’ll join us.

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No pic today. I have to bond with the Behemoth at home and get some new stuff up or at least dig through all the stuff I’ve been scanning. There’s a lot of it.

I’ve been knocking Strange Weather into script format and only just hit a hole that needs specific re-writing for the form, because I lost a scene that just didn’t seem worth shooting. Thus is adaptation its own art. Things you can do in book form don’t always work for screen form and vice versa. For the most part, Strange Weather breaks pretty cleanly for the screen.

Except when it doesn’t. So I’m hydrating and taking a break, because my head hurts and lunch is over.

Oh, and if anyone has $40 million laying around, let me know. I know I can get the movie in the can for that.

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Tom Bishop: Don’t tell me that. Don’t fucking tell me that. You didn’t look in his eyes. Don’t tell me that!
Nathan Muir: He was your asset, somebody you use for information.
Tom Bishop: Ah, Jesus Christ, you just… You don’t just trade these people like they’re baseball cards! It’s not a fucking game!
Nathan Muir: Oh, yes it is. It’s exactly what it is. And it’s no kid’s game either. This is a whole other game. And it’s serious and it’s dangerous. And it’s not one you want to lose.
Tom Bishop: Nathan, we killed this man. We used him and we killed him. Okay, then you got to help me understand this one. You got… Nathan, what are we doing here? And don’t give me some bullshit about the greater good.
Nathan Muir: That’s exactly what it’s about. Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary. And if you’re not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt for those that want nothing more than their freedom, then you better take a long hard look at your chosen profession my friend. Because it doesn’t get any easier. You wanna walk? You wanna walk, walk.
- Spy Game
Director: Tony Scott

Tony Scott committed suicide yesterday, from all apparent indications.

He was one of my favorite directors who also happened to be named Scott.

Spy Game is one of the only perfect espionage movies ever made. But it’s a quiet film and not a whole lot of people got it.

The Hunger has one of the most perfect openings in a film, ever, and cannot be discounted for cementing David Bowie as a rockstar. It cannot be discounted for how much of an impact it had on my own filmmaking sensibilities, following so quickly on the heels of Bladerunner. Between the Brothers Scott, my eye for visuals was indelibly formed and for the better.

Here’s the opening sequence: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L852uDRskQg (you’ll need to copy & paste, my link foo is fail today)

Numb3rs, which he executive produced with his older brother, was one of the only TV shows I felt showed characters that were like some of the people that I grew up around: mathematicians and astrophysicists and yes, federal agents. It showed them as heroes, but it also showed them as human, and capable of humor and grief.

I wanted to see what he would do next.

And now, none of us will.

So. Yeah. Going to work hard on making stuff today. Keeping my agreements. Because the world is a smaller, sadder place without him in it and I don’t care that he was 68, that’s really not that old anymore.

This, also, for the first time in my life, isn’t the death of just an idol, this is the death of a peer. I am finding that fact hits me harder than I expected.

So. Yeah. Lots to do today. Need to drink coffee and keep breathing. And pray that Ridley stays alive long enough for me to buy him that bar worth of drinks.

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In the Big Chair

Multiple reasons why this is a good choice for today.

There’s actually a lot of post-processing work here. The sepia was a definite choice and there’s other Photoshop voodoo going on to get the look. At the time, it was looking over and seeing that the light had decided to do something very interesting through the skylight of the studio I was renting.

The final effect is one that isn’t the standard nude, which is why I love it.

I’m also off to see Tears for Fears tonight and Songs From the Big Chair is still one of my all time favorite albums. So consider this the Tears for Fears appreciation photo too, because it is.

* * *

In other news, I finished Unformed last week, so post novel ennui has set in on schedule and I am drained and grumpy and feel out of sorts with the Universe. This part of the writing life? Not so much fun.

It’s looking like I’ll be working on The Night is an Adder for NaNoWriMo this year, but that implies I’ll be able to resist writing until November. Yeah. Like that’s going to happen. Writing is the thing I do to keep my sanity.

Only problem is, my brain has not regrown enough to write anything coherent.

In the meantime, I’ve started editing Kilroy and I don’t hate it, so that’s something, but gods know what anyone else is going to think about it. I have no objective sense of anything about my work right now. Thank the gods I don’t have to. That’s what you folks are for. :)

I’m going to be shooting with the Amazing A in October for my birthday weekend, because I’d rather take pictures than plan something for my birthday. I may end up going out for dinner that night, but who knows? All my focus is really for later in that month with our tenth wedding anniversary coming on.

Mostly I want to go back to bed.

We won’t speak of the Vaudeville budget. *shudder*

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I have begun buying props. I have tentative plans to head to the Bay Area in the next few months to start shooting key art of the actors already agreed to the project.

But, as you know, filmmaking’s a marathon, not a sprint so… To that end! The updated Request Post!

I’m looking for performers as the following:

The Cat Herders – done!

The Acrobat – I have a volunteer

The Burlesque Trio – I still desperately need women who can work it.

The Stage Manager – FOUND AT LONG LAST!

The Road Manager – my first choice said yes!

The Comedian (or Comedienne) – ditto on a line. Done!

The Young Lovers (“Get him away from me!”) – Done!

The Diva – do I need to explain? – Done!

The Ingenue – DONE

The Tap Dancers – HELP One down, one to go.

The Devil – and he’s perfect

The Voice of God – ditto

The Devil’s Attorney – Done!

Props Needed:

The Contract

Heavy pen

A heavy rope

Silks, preferably in red, but whatever you’ve got

Pack o’ cigarettes

Cigars

Costumes:

The Ant and I will probably make most of this, but if someone wants to design and construct for the shoot and film, I will not say no.

Obvee costumes for all of the above as well as:

Carmen Miranda type costume, including headdress o’ fruit

Shabby Dogsuit

Robes/kimonos for performers in between costumes – one down, more would be lovely

Location/Venue:

A rundown theater

A rundown bar

A crossroads in the middle of frikken’ nowhere

And as always, I’ll add/subtract to this as I go. Any and all feedback, welcome!

This will be for Deferred Pay and will be a SAG Low Budget Production, so if you are Union, don’t worry. I will have the agreement in hand and yes, there will be pay.

Here we go!

(and I need to make/find a filmmaking icon…>

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Or so the Bean thinks, and really, I can’t argue with her much.

As you can see, giant baby is giant and not really a baby anymore. I swear she grows right in front of your eyes. It’s like time lapse without the time lapse.

* * *

*blink blink*

I know I have a lot going on right now, but my brain is gapping so hard on talking about it, it’s almost comedy. Except I’d like to be able to think, y’know?

It’s not fatigue. I’ve been getting enough sleep. It’s overwhelm. The husband is in Crunch for E3 right now, which means that the household responsibilities all fall squarely on me.

Okay, let’s just go through the usual list and hope I don’t bore you to tears.

New novel (Unformed) is almost at 10K words, and will probably hit that today, at which point, I will start actively breaking it and imposing some structure on it. I still need to do research, but I’m getting to the point where research matters less than plotting. The worldbuilding involved is a little weirder (for me) as I’m venturing into areas that I don’t know much about and will probably screw up righteously. Lovely thing about fiction though. I can make shit up to fit my thesis.

It’s also interesting in that I’ve never written an atheist before and she’s a lot of fun to write.

I’m also gearing up for the next photo shoot and have been pleasantly and delightedly overwhelmed with the influx of people willing to model for me and my particular brand of photographic madness. At this rate, I will actively have to solicit an assistant, because there’s so much going on in my head. I’m also going to have to save for a babysitter and a studio, because some of it is only possible in a controlled setting and I need my make up artist, who also happens to be the Ant.

Lots of moving parts. It is not unlike juggling flaming chainsaws.

And then there’s Vaudeville Goes to Hell, which is starting to scare the crap out of me, which is a good sign. If it didn’t scare me, it wouldn’t be worth doing.

There’s more going on than that.

And under it all, working on making my exit from the dayjob, because every day it becomes more and more untenable. Not because it’s a bad job. Because it is so out of alignment with who I really am.

Pro-tip for those of you starting out in the world: if you are an artist, DO NOT GET A FUCKING ADMIN JOB. EVER. It will fuck you up. I have wasted too much of my life being someone else’s bitch. I wish I’d been brave enough to go to LA when I was in my 20s and slept on someone’s couch and taken that job at Paramount when it was offered.

Be brave. Feel the fear and do it anyway. Whatever you do, do not fucking play it safe.

Or you’ll end up like me in your 40s with too many regrets.

The flipside is, it’s never too late to be whatever you wanted to be when you were a kid. But who wants a consolation prize?

Fucking carpe diem. And don’t let anyone talk you out of it.

*terrorist fist bump*

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Breaking it down

This here is the production binder for Vaudeville Goes to Hell.

Why all the highlighters, you ask?

The first step of pre-production (after writing the damn thing) is to do what’s known as a script breakdown. What is a script breakdown? It’s where you go through, line by freaking line, number each scene and highlight each element, including locations, characters, props, make up, wardrobe, picture vehicles and special FX…

Yes, it is as meticulous and mind-numbing as you think it is. It is also critical. Each “thing” costs money. You can’t figure out your budget without breaking down your script. Also, once you’ve broken down your script, you can then schedule it. Depending on how many scenes and how fast you shoot, your breakdown will not only help you know what your movie costs, it will also tell you how many days you need to get it in the can.

At which point, you drink a bottle of tequila and laugh and cry hysterically as you realize you have a fraction (if any) of the money you need and a tenth of the time.

When you sober up, you do it anyway.

Welcome to Independent Filmmaking.

Gods, I fucking love it!!!

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Well, gods willing and the creek don’t rise, my composer is apparently returning from Jersey in the nearish future. This makes me happy. I want to get moving, though I am very clear that making movies always takes way more time than you think it’s going to take. It just does.

Until then, I have found the red backdrop I want to use and I am sourcing gold fringe now for the curtain backdrop design I’m going to use for the key art. But there’s still a long way to go. To that end! The updated Request Post!

I’m looking for performers as the following:

The Cat Herders

The Acrobat – I have a volunteer

The Burlesque Trio

The Stage Manager – I may play this role if I can’t find a body. Don’t do that to me. Anybody know how I can contact Zooey Deschanel or her agent?

The Road Manager – I have a line on this one, but he hasn’t said yes yet. Still waiting for an up or down from him.

The Comedian (or Comedienne) – ditto on a line. Done!

The Young Lovers (“Get him away from me!”) – Done!

The Diva – do I need to explain? – Done!

The Ingenue – help!

The Tap Dancers – ditto!

The Devil – and he’s perfect

The Voice of God – ditto

The Devil’s Attorney – Done!

Props Needed:

The Contract

Heavy pen

A heavy rope

Silks, preferably in red, but whatever you’ve got

Pack o’ cigarettes

Cigars

Costumes:

The Ant and I will probably make most of this, but if someone wants to design and construct for the shoot and film, I will not say no.

Obvee costumes for all of the above as well as:

Carmen Miranda type costume, including headdress o’ fruit

Shabby Dogsuit

Robes/kimonos for performers in between costumes – one down, more would be lovely

Location/Venue:

A rundown theater

A rundown bar

A crossroads in the middle of frikken’ nowhere

And as always, I’ll add/subtract to this as I go. Any and all feedback, welcome!

This will be for Deferred Pay and will be a SAG Low Budget Production, so if you are Union, don’t worry. I will have the agreement in hand and yes, there will be pay.

Here we go!

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Prop #1!!!

Rope!

One each first prop for Vaudeville Goes to Hell. I’ll be posting an updated prop list shortly…

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Script breakdown is commencing. Draft of the crowdfunding campaign for the recording of the demo of all the songs for the show is complete, but even before that, we need…

Key art. Which means photographs. This is where you, yes YOU, come in. You know the drill by now: I’m looking for the following to do a photo shoot to put together the concept art.

I’m looking for performers as the following:

The Cat Herders

The Acrobat – I have a volunteer

The Burlesque Trio

The Stage Manager – I may play this role if I can’t find a body. Don’t do that to me. Anybody know how I can contact Zooey Deschanel or her agent?

The Road Manager – I have a line on this one, but he hasn’t said yes yet. Still waiting for an up or down from him.

The Comedian (or Comedienne) – ditto on a line. Done!

The Young Lovers (“Get him away from me!”) – Done!

The Diva – do I need to explain? – Done!

The Ingenue – help!

The Tap Dancers – ditto!

The Devil – and he’s perfect

The Voice of God – ditto

The Devil’s Attorney – help!

Props Needed:

The Contract

Heavy pen

A heavy rope

Silks, preferably in red, but whatever you’ve got

Pack o’ cigarettes

Cigars

Costumes:

The Ant and I will probably make most of this, but if someone wants to design and construct for the shoot and film, I will not say no.

Obvee costumes for all of the above as well as:

Carmen Miranda type costume, including headdress o’ fruit

Shabby Dogsuit

Robes/kimonos for performers in between costumes – one down, more would be lovely

Location/Venue:

A rundown theater

A rundown bar

A crossroads in the middle of frikken’ nowhere

And as always, I’ll add/subtract to this as I go. Any and all feedback, welcome!

This will be for Deferred Pay and will be a SAG Low Budget Production, so if you are Union, don’t worry. I will have the agreement in hand and yes, there will be pay.

Here we go!

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Must get back to the metaphorical drawing board and get more photos processed.

Granted, once that’s done…

Yeah. Don’t know what I’m going to do. Well. Not true. I’ll post the prop list. There’s two shoots in the works: the Vaudeville concept art shoot and the Huntress shoot. If I have to, I can combine both shoots in to one epic day of shooting or a weekend of epic shooting, an endeavor that I have done before. It just takes meticulous logistics planning. And money. The last may be what keeps it from happening this year. Both shoots require costumes. Then there’s the photo shoot that the Mad Model would like to do that will be emotionally draining for us both, but will yield epic work.

*looks at year*

*looks at ideas*

Yeah, I may just put the camera in the closet this year, aside from playing with the macro lens filters I got for Yule.

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What Shall We Do with Alice II

That’s a lot of mad, crazy, sad right there and wonderful, all together. It’s Sunset Boulevard and DeMille and faded Hollywood golden age and if this place isn’t a Wonderland of its own kind, I don’t know what is.

* * *

Print sale is still going on. You can see the details here.

I’m also at a crossroads of sorts. Next year is already shaping up to be very full. With the marathon in March and the prospective trip to Hawaii in October, the two other big rocks that I’d like to move are looking odd in how to fit them in. I want to get the Alice Assassin gallery show out in the world and I also want to really get started on Vaudeville Goes to Hell. Both require financing. Looking at it, I’m probably going to be running two separate crowdfunding campaigns with a certain amount of overlap.

Oh well. That’s life in the big city.

At least it’s good stuff to look forward to. I missed being in a decent gallery this past year. The SF gallery was a total wash and waste of time. Time to get back to the Hangar…

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The first draft of the script is done.  The next step is to record a demo of all the songs for the show, but even before that, we need...

Key art.  Which means photographs.  This is where you, yes YOU, come in. You know the drill by now: I'm looking for the following to do a photo shoot to put together the concept art.


I'm looking for performers as the following:

The Cat Herders

The Acrobat - I have a volunteer

The Burlesque Trio

The Stage Manager - I may play this role if I can't find a body. Don't do that to me.

The Road Manager - I have a line on this one, but he hasn't said yes yet.

The Comedian (or Comedienne) - ditto on a line. Done!

The Young Lovers (“Get him away from me!”)

The Diva - do I need to explain?

The Ingenue - help!

The Tap Dancers - ditto!

The Devil - and he's perfect

The Voice of God - ditto

The Devil's Attorney -


Props Needed:

The Contract

Heavy pen

A heavy rope

Silks, preferably in red, but whatever you've got

Pack o' cigarettes

Cigars

Costumes:

The Ant and I will probably make most of this, but if someone wants to design and construct for the shoot and film, I will not say no.

Obvee costumes for all of the above as well as:

Carmen Miranda type costume, including headdress o' fruit

Shabby Dogsuit

Robes/kimonos for performers in between costumes - one down, more would be lovely

Location/Venue:

A rundown theater

A rundown bar

A crossroads in the middle of frikken' nowhere

And as always, I'll add/subtract to this as I go. Any and all feedback, welcome!

This will be for Deferred Pay and will be a SAG Low Budget Production, so if you are Union, don't worry. I will have the agreement in hand and yes, there will be pay.
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So.

Here's the thing.

Between the Mad Model and I, the whole thing took less than a day to shoot, less than two months to edit and get on the Internetz, or if I count actual time spent editing, less than two full days to edit and get on the Internetz, *and*...I'm happy with it.

o.O

All that it took was studio rental ($150 for the day), one each Flip Ultra HD Camera ($175), my existing iPod and speakers for sync sound at the studio, one each white backdrop which was also used for that day's photo shoot ($100) for a total of $425, not counting food, drink and taking everyone to the spa at the end of the day.

$425. For a little over four minutes of entertainment.

Ask me how much my short film cost me, that I did in 1998.

Go ahead.

Ask.

Over *$5,000* and over two years to complete *and it never got distributed or seen by more than 20 people*. Five Fucking Thousand Yanqui Dollars.

As of my last peek, the finished dance video has been seen 71 times and in under ten hours of having been posted. It's past that as I speak, according to friends.

o.O

This is it. This. Right here. If you're serious about making film, hell, about making anything anymore? If you're not doing it? Right NOW? Right here? Dayjob or not?

You don't really want it.

The audience is waiting.

What are you going to do about it?

Vaudeville Goes To Hell, here I come.
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I've been listening to my AllRise tracks on my iPod a lot. It's been helping and my bud, Adam, assures me they'll be back from the dead some day. They better. Good music is worth its weight in gold.

But moving on.

Lots going on.

Finished the video yesterday. Waiting to hear from someone before I share it, but this I can say. I'm really pleased with it. Really happy. It's tough at the same time though.

Things have been so rough lately, that finishing didn't give me the normal rush of euphoria of a finished project. I went rather straight into Post Project Ennui. And relief. I've been so slammed lately that finishing, I sat there, I did yell YES, but I immediately felt, oh thank the gods, that's done, on to the next.

Aiya.

And it's true, but I don't have to like it. My desk is snowed under work, not just for me, but for others.

Also, today, Ree and her family are possibly facing having their home taken from them, but I won't know how that comes out till a few hours from now.

As you all know, I fucking suck at waiting.

Other friends are going through major challenges. No jobs. It's just very shitty.

*scrubs face with both hands*

I guess all I'm saying is that it's Monday with a vengeance.

Dear Goddess, help. Let today not suck.
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I saw my new friends’ film, ink, last night.

GO AND SEE IT.

They're having another screening next week with additional behind the scenes footage and a Q&A afterwards. You do not want to miss this, if you can at all find a way to get there. For those of you at TTITD, also known as the annual Burning of the Man, I'm sorry you'll miss it, BUT!

Because they sold out the screenings, they have officially landed a short run at the Sunset 5, after TTITD is over. SO! You have no excuse.

I don’t push people’s work, even friends, unless I think they don’t suck.

This movie didn’t just not suck, it made me fucking cry my eyes out by the end of it. It was that fucking good. Yes, rough in spots, yes, it’s an indy film, and no, none of that matters, because the story inside it and what they pulled off with so little is so fucking amazing that I am telling everyone, I am going to drag the Ant to see it, I’m going to see it as many times as I can and I’m going to push the hell out of them to get it on DVD as soon as possible, because everyone I know needs to see this film. It’s not a huge story, but it’s an *original* film, which no one but the indies seem to be making anymore, and it’s so so so human, and so wonderful, and it’s frikken’ fantasy!

Flaws and all, it's a staggering achievement, and I say this as someone who has made independent film. It's pain. It's heartbreaking. But when you can make something like this?

So what's it about? That's just it. If I tell you, I ruin it, and I refuse to ruin it for you. It's that special. It's about many things and yet it's a very intimate story.

It's about fathers and daughters, and yet it's not.

It's about the choices we make and how it's never too late, and yet it's not.

It's about what happens when we sleep, the choices to dream or nightmare, and yet it's not.

It's about Story. That it absolutely is.

It's about what you choose to become on the inside. That very much so.

It's cinematically gorgeous and now I want to go to the Aspen forests of Colorado as soon as I can.

It's about loss, and pain, and shame, and how we choose to handle those things.

It is, weirdly, and unlooked for, a companion to the Chant of the World. Because some people do indeed hear the beat.

It is about redemption of the best kind.

They’re on FaceBook. Fan/friend them.

Best of all?

Watching it last night made me want to make a movie of my own. Because if they could do something that wonderful with that little, I can do something wonderful too.

The best art inspires you. Takes your breath away.

They took away mine.

Just wow.

Caryatid

May. 26th, 2009 08:24 am
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Caryatid, originally uploaded by quennessa.

Revisiting, since I didn't manage to get anything new edited or posted this weekend, which is just fine. I did get two gallery subs out, which equals victory.

In a lot of ways, even though there were shoots before this, this is where it started, and this image is when I realized how special the Mad Model was.

Naked in a necropolis.

Not a lot of people will do that for you.

I love you, sweet. You help me make it happen.

* * *

I'm revisiting this for another reason. Caryatids are women who support ceilings and today, I feel more like Rodin's Caryatid Fallen Under Her Stone. Collapsed. Existential angst and fat brain and sad. Even a bit borderline defeated.

Neither child wanted me to leave for work this morning. Neither did I.

And yet, the dayjob gives me time and breath to do things that need to get done. Pays the rent. Feeds us and clothes us. Gets the bills moderately paid.

Maybe it was the listing I found today. Studio space for rent in Mar Vista, literally half a minute from the house. I have no studio right now. No room. But even the small studio listed is beyond my reach, money wise. And really, when would I have time to go there? Bean isn't old enough and neither is Mouse to do what I did with my father. I was 10 when he started taking me to the shop with him.

I'm too damn emo for my own good today.

I feel empty and rung out this morning. I don't want to feel this way, but I know it won't do it's thing unless I'm willing to sit with it and let it tell me what it needs to tell me.

Oh, and did I mention I found the VHS tapes of my movie? I need to get it duped to DVD. We don't even own a VHS machine anymore. Found the location pix and production stills as well. It's been long enough that I actually stared at the tapes and went, "Oh yeah. I made movies, once upon a time. What the hell happened?"

Don't tell anyone, but I'd really like to make another movie. I really would.


I also wish I could afford to get Hammer duped. I'd like to watch it again, if only for the comedy and wince effect.

Okay. Enough wallowing for one morning. Time for coffee and focus. Work needs doing.

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