Because it tells me that I took the hard road
Even though it's not paved
And that's something for me to be ok with
Something to be proud of. If I make it
As D.H. Lawrence wrote
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
It's title is "Self Pity"
Things obscured by day peek from shadow.
Words I gagged on, memories I long mistrusted, faces I built, engineered, masks for mouthe their hell o.'s..
I'm still here fuckers. You can run, or you can kiss me. What is it to be?
At it's core, this is a conceptual art project
But this is what this project is.
A peek under the hood of one women's experience and how that effects her sexuality.
It would fit into a neat genre of masturbatable erotica
And I have nothing against that
Except that I want to do something different
Otherwise why do it?
Without a continuation of the narrative
Just pretty pictures.
And good music.
In an conceptual project
You have to move towards something
But you also have to move away from something
I try to move towards complete brutal honesty with no self pity
I try to move away from producing erotic wallpaper with musak
Your demons - don't run, don't deal... Remember they were given to you, not chosen by you. And like a present you don't like, they can be returned for full emotional refund. Not easy but true
It just happens to be about sex
I’m not made for giving up
For losing hope...
For letting go or being stopped
And if you try to make me stay
Where there’s a will there is a way...
I'd rather be honest than impressive, so ther won't be cliff hanger endings or clever plot twists. It's just a girl with issues trying to get them sorted.
the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Mental Disorders’ (DSM-5) proposed diagnosis of hypersexualization, which includes behaviours such as recurrent and intense sexual desires, repetitively engaging in sexual fantasies and enjoyment of masturbation, pornography, sex, cybersex, telephone sex, and going to strip clubs, it would seem that many of us are on some level sexual deviants.
Ref H@ OH NO. I had only watched one of your short films when I first wrote. Took your advice and went through earlier work today. You mentioned a dual personality...Good and bad. During my journeying I came to read a fellow by the name of Joseph Campbell. I always recall a piece in his work which explained that experience. The character he spoke of was named the cutter because it split everything into 2. That experience of sensing the two halves is healthy, and disturbing but verdant pasture for creativity...
Control is an illusion - look around.
Films about personal truths we run away from
One flew over the cuckoo's nest - Trailer - HQ
Its an study on perception, ultimately demonstrating how doing something long enough can drive you crazy.
I never wanted to be a painter. I wanted to be a tap dancer Andy Warhol
Where mood matters more than the money shot
Sleep. Those little slices of death. How I loathe them. Edgar Allan Poe
The worst kind of sad is the one you can't explain
Never use the words "suddenly" or "all hell broke loose.
Rule no.6 of Elmore Leonard's Ten Rules of Writing
I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone before in my life.'"—Pronto (1993) Elmore Leonard
The best people have a feeling for beauty
the courage to take risks
the discipline to tell the truth
the capacity for sacrifice
Ironically, these virtues make them vulnerable
They are often wounded
There is something almost rebellious in the man's posture, as though once faced with the inevitability of death, he decided to get on with it; as though he were a missile, a spear, bent on attaining his own end.
If you can observe your own thoughts then who is doing the thinking
Rudimental - "Feel The Love" ft. John Newman
James Vincent McMorrow - If I Had A Boat
Lady Gaga Applause
Fritz Kalkbrenner - Get a Life
Music 5: The Boy Least Likely To - Climbing Out Of Love
Let It Go. Micheal Weermats
Lurch & Chief - We Are The Same
y Jubilee "There is something almost rebellious in the man's posture, as though once faced with the inevitability of death, he decided to get on with it; as though he were a missile, a spear, bent on attaining his own end".
Calen Ellefson This might be reading a lot from the a still photograph, but it might very well be a grim last act of defiance but a brave soul dealt a shit hand. ("I'll choose my own exit, thank you just the same, Mr. Reaper.")
An unexpected meeting between erotica & art & documentary & reality TV & therapy.
“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
Synopsis: A postcard from the present
Status: Filmed. Ready for edit
Have you ever wondered what's worse.
Saying something and wishing you hadn't
Or not saying something and wishing you had
Nothing is what it used to be
I'll tell you one thing about the universe, though. The universe is a pretty big place. It's bigger than anything anyone has ever dreamed of before. So if it's just us... seems like an awful waste of space. Right?
Freedom from being the thing looked at rather than the person looking back.
Germaine Greer, Female Eunuch foreword, 1991 edition
Darko: I-I know I'm not the best communicator, but... whatever happens to you, be honest, tell the truth, even if they do look at you funny
I think you're the anti-christ - Donnie Darko
Intro: Vijay & Sofia Zlatko - Rap a Verse (Original Mix)
Music: Maybe Tomorrow/Stereophonics/James
Vincent McMorrow. If I had a.
Theolonious London. Wine & Chocolates
Let It Go. Micheal Weermats
Credits: Seu Jorge and Almaz - Everybody Loves the Sunshine (2010)
My world entered a defensive crouch
My life feels like grand theft auto 5
I fled normality
Does everybody's life turn on such insignificant pain
I reversed the flow on normal sexual development
Tawdry twee fetishism
My obsession asked can you breathe if I lie on top of you
Pouring poison into my soul
Ultimately it has nothing to say, but what car crash of a life does, apart from shit happens
Began terrorising my sexual psyche with shame
I flat out abandoned normailty for a life in the shadows of self respect
Is irony the by product of a blast furnace?
The cumulative effect of these cliches
The unstinting cliche factory that was my childhood
A digital redesign of my insecurities
This vague fluid concept of sexual normality