I wrote this in an email to a friend and it's as good a window into my thoughts and feelings as I've been able to express so far. -
I just want to make and sell films. The main way I want to do this is by periodically releasing very
short, but intriguing films and charging a small amount for the newest
one, so the rest build interest. In other words, I won't release the
first until I have a second in the bag to sell. I can give the first
away, or sell merchandise at festivals to bring attention to the one
behind the pay wall. Otherwise, I'd like to attach it to a magazine,
newspaper or comic, since a monthly comic is what it's closest to in
terms of pace. One 'scene' per episode, with a bit of a cliff-hanger.
Think of the way Watchmen is broken up for example, and was originally
released as a serial alongside other stories.
I don't know which
of these, if any, will pan out, but even if they don't I will have made a
new film, which is my goal more than anything else to begin with.
There's no losing along this road, and there's space for the romanticism that keeps me going.
Sunday, 5 May 2013
Sunday, 14 April 2013
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
Thursday, 7 March 2013
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Some talk however, of those who cannot sink or drown, but walk the ocean waves as vagrants on an endless desert."
~ Old Sailor
This story begins with a ship wrecked at sea.
A young mother still weak from bringing her boy into the world was pulled under in the tempest along with the entire crew, even as they celebrated his birthday.
Yet this twice adored boy was left behind. For since his first breath let loose in his first scream, the sea had loved him too, instantly and unconditionally. The sea spared the boy for its surface, where those roam whom it has disdained for their loneliness, their callousness and their abjection, so that it could watch the boy and keep him for its own.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
They say that there's a broken light
For every heart on broadway.
They say that life's a game,
then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes
and an outline of the story.
Then leave you all to improvise
their vicious cabaret.