READY TO GO!

Did a lot of my own research this break. Started reading about the DADA movement. I've decided that I'm going to try to move more from a surreal pov to a DADAist pov. I want to do less monumental sweeping things and try to dial in on something a little more specific...addressing things less dramatically. I dunno. I just feel like morphing. I'm pretty sure I still want to work with single channel stuff though. I'm interested in multi-channel and installation works, but I will probably explore those avenues in the 400 series. I REALLY want to work with legitimate actors this quarter. Hopefully I can find some.

next actress

this will potentially be the next actress for one of my next videos...my teammate is so gorgeous! white girl fro! ...u know i hooked her up.

getting meaty

in their destructive fires, they may burn our bodies, but no our spirits... fire destroy, but then feed the soil from which things grow. not only will we be destroyed. they will destroy themselves in their own fires... but our spirits will go up blazing into free spaces. after all the past and continuing trials we suffer through, we fight in music and dance to break away. we sing through fire. we dance.

white sheets. black woman. burning bodies.

strange fruit. billy holiday.

she becomes free as she burns in the fire.

i want to have a happier memory for all those who lost their bodies brutally in the fight. i want them to remembered for more than a picture of a bloated body floating down a river, or for choked throats swinging. i want to remember them for so much more than that. they gave me a larger plate of existence. i want to remember them in the freedom they created. not in their moment of death. death is crazy beautiful, ugly beautiful, strange beautiful, nonsensically beautiful.

feeling like shit

i suck at life. i suck at art. i feel like shit.

here's the problem...i can't extricate myself from my films. i'm trying to give this UP! peace a hopeful/happy ending when i don't feel this way. i'm utterly lost in my piece and i'm utterly lost in life.

therefore,

screw it. i'm editing my piece about a girl who is lost in all these motherf**kin sheets, and the image of happiness in taunting her. and at the end she's still lying there and then spontaneously combusts, into flame, her body burning. how's that for optimism?