I filmed this past weekend, but I don't think I'm going to use any of the footage, and if I use any of my original idea it will be an a new, scripted and controlled form. I've received mixed feedback about it so far, and I've tried coming up with alternative events to the one I've chosen, but it consumes and defines me in this moment and my brain has shut off to a certain extent. I feel like anything else would be frivolous and dainty, and I have no interest in that. I want to bleed the beast.
A CONVERSATION
to take place
among a family at a dinner table
all members of which
to be played
by the same actress
who has taken on role playing to the extreme
and is just realizing that she does not
want to be in that position
at all.
other ideas, discarded: observing the processing of chickens at a local organic farm. they weren't too keen on the idea. they hung up on me. a neighbor has chickens, i could check into their life expectancies, but that again falls into demonstrating quite literally what i am feeling: like a chicken running around with its head cut off.
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