Last night in rural Louisiana, there was a super-charged thunderstorm that swept through these backroads.
There were so many flashes of lightning at the peak of this thunderstorm, the sky appeared as a strobe-lit dance floor in the sky.
With a rare event like this, it creates a feeling of smallness and fragility within the human experience–how irrelevant or mortal our physical beings are in relation to the electrified, natural world.
And the booming thunder that follow are like exclamation marks that rattle windows and shake walls.
Flash! Boom! A dance of light and sound, and the awe of sublime power.
It’s not a wonder that two brands of independent artistry have become iconic when the structure of their entire business model has been to put power into the hands of the people.
Apple’s Macintosh turns 30-years young this week. That’s a meaningful milestone, and it represents three decades of developing self-reliant artisanal endeavors in the realm of digital media.
Sundance Film Festival also turns 30-years young this week, with its world-changing cinematic celebration becoming the grandaddy of all DIY digital filmmaking.
These two brands are indicative of something in the world of digital storytelling, transmedia to use the catch phrase, that has been building for three decades.
What current brands will be the next dimension in DIY artistry and independent filmmaking?
Today, smartphones and Vine or YouTube are the realm of the independent filmmaker/storyteller, but these seem to leave a lot off the table for the audience.
Trends in the arts point to societal hot points. Picasso saw primitive art as a means to discuss our African commonality. Cormac McCarthy writes of a return to tribalism and rugged frontier life.
Something that makes me think of the why and the what we’re doing is how it seems we’re seeking the simplicity of our ancestors.
No tweets or twerks.
What does good art, poetry, literature, film, and music seek?
The essence of who we are. And who we can be. What really matters?
Keep it simple. Appreciate the sublime.
There’s something to a new year that’s both full of promise and strangely empty.
As the new year offers a figurative blank slate of twelve months to plan and plot new pathways, the passing of the previous year rings as a dull pang in the conscious of regret or disappointment.
What could be done has been done, and what will be done will be.
The key is to launch the ship and journey into the unknown, charting a course with the information gained from previous launches.
That’s the truth of the past mixed with the story of the future.
Nearly a year after the completion of film production on Bridge of Sighs and the process of finding an audience is shaping up.
The importance of this story and its characters is even more relevant with the provocative storylines and cinematic prominence of films like 12 Years a Slave and Django Unchained.
We shall see…
The movie is part of the “Orphic Trilogy,” directed by Jean Cocteau.
Its title is The Blood of a Poet.
The brief synopsis is: “Told in four episodes, an unnamed artist is transported through a mirror into another dimension, where he travels through various bizarre scenarios.”
Thusly it begins…