I have written my first entry for this year many times in my head. Unfortunately our technology is not advanced enough for me to record my thoughts, theories and emotions onto a wav file and download them onto the web. Yet I’m sure there will be powerful enough programs to search the web and profile me. Tell you who I am, my personality, my fears, my ambitions, strengths and ambitions, etc but anyway... I am digressing as usual (have been watching Caprica)... What have I been up to since my last entry and what has the year of the Snake install for me?
Just like most of us I have had a dream for many years. I have made efforts to reach it, but had no rush to reach it and I still haven’t. The plan had years in it. I should have been quite close to completing it by now, but the truth is I think it’s only starting. I guess what follows was an attempt at facing my failure and simply doing what I planned to do with a difference: Let’s put on a tiny commercial cap and get the ball rolling. It resulted in a comedic portrait of a trashy cabaret with three travelling panties meeting a snake and its dream.
Let us start with the comedic portrait and please bear with me. If my conscious is able to replay what my sub did while writing this it will all make sense in the end.
Comedic Portrait and the Trash Cabaret
I approached a friend who has a comedy club if I could take his portrait. The idea is to let me just take a snap shot whenever I felt his surroundings created a frame that looked just right. He agreed, we would just see what comes out of these spontaneous shots and we would both use the pics for our portfolios. All this started months ago. He has perhaps seen one decent pic since.
Time passed and the dream was present again.
The trash cabaret was the scene. I finally was going to be able to print page 6 after at least 5 years. I arrived and as I walk down a dark alley, an elfish dressed woman approaches me with a smile, shakes a bucket full of something and asks: “Ecstasy?” (I later discovered that they were jelly beans and I could have accepted them without stupidly thinking they were real.) As I walk into the metal workshop with machines familiar from back in my design and production days there is a bride hanging from the ceiling playing an accordion... Let’s say the night unfolded into a circus-dream that has travelled the stages of many worlds. It is no surprise that my rope man had no energy left for taking the pictures after their show. “Let's re-schedule, there is another place where we can do this” he said. We still have not gotten to it... But, I cannot wait to see their performance tonight.