I am beaten. I am done. I don’t think I have much left, so I must protect it. At times feeling destructive, thinking of taking opportunities just to clear your head. Wondering how you let it get out of hand. Feeling like this sends your mind exploring any and all twisted thoughts churned into creativity.
These are the best times to create. Sometimes you look back and are proud and awed by what you did, and other times, you’re thankful not many people knew about your “little” project.
So I have an idea. I have worked with music and pictures before, and created a not so cheesy 15 minute, kind of creepy piece displaying Tranquille. I hope. You never know until you see the final project.
There is a piece of music, O Verona (reprise) from Romeo & Juliet Vol.2 soundtrack. It’s the madness music, full of passion and intense operatic voices. As my soul mate would say, “RAIN HELLFIRE” music. I use it to work out to; it’s fantastic for getting maddening energy up. Although where my head has been lately, I keep getting flashes of past events of the last little while. Everything out of control, danger, destruction, but one hell of an adventure.
So what if I took these images and put them to print. Grab a few friends and my camera and shoot.
I see a woman sitting at a small table…hands curled within each other…nervous.
A pretty boy in restraints.
A computer screen, lit blue and illuminating a dark room.
Masculine hands through long feminine hair, pulling, and her mouth opened for a scream, as he sits on her back.
A little silver ring, tossed in a corner, forgotten.
Tears.
A dark studio with the glare from the lights illuminating someone sitting curled up in a green blanket.
Hmmm, the secret secret spot.
A woman in a car, curling her fingers tight around the top of the steering wheel. Her head down, shocked with sadness.
Motel steps leading upwards.
A naked form in front of a mirror, very muted and fuzzy.
A man with grocery bags walking down a busy street, staring accusingly, straight into the lens.
A shot from a moving car, aimed at the wonderfully curvy road behind them. The yellow lines, super bright, are lighting the pavement.
I wonder how I can put the hot, Italian “football” team in there.
Heterosexual Life Partner, care to help with this one?
A figure casting a pinkish hue around the cheeks, a blush.
A most amazing tree house high up amongst the ravage squirrels. *May have to leave the squirrels out of that shot.
A figure in a car, late at night, the parking lot empty and long shadows cast all around the vehicle.
Masturbation, now which one of the girls is up for modeling that one? Beaner?
I’d put my money on soul mate.
Although it could be a male model, one I know might be talked into it, the other? “Uh huh”.
Can this be done, and not come off cheesy? Can the pictures taken become artistic and not bland? I think it might be interesting to find out. Any takers?
The thing I need to find out is, do the images stop? Pack up what I have left, protect it and move on, past these inane thoughts. Or does the destructive win?
“One more smoke, then I’ll go”.
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