I am getting ready to make a movie and I can't remember what it's about. I KNOW what it's about, but I'm too much in the middle of it and every time I try to grab it, to reach for it, it disappears. I tell myself that that's exactly what the movie is about. That's what it is.
Everything comes into focus and out of focus. And sometimes it's heartbreaking. And sometimes it's just bearable.
I'm not confident or self-assured or in control. I'm no longer making a film; I'm birthing a child. And I have no idea what will happen.
I saw a film last night and it wasn't perfect but it was brilliant. Every shot resonates like the strings on an instrument, and I am at once awed and happy and envious and sad and alive. The film breathes-- just as it should.
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guh. good post. keep trucking. keep to your guns. you do that your capstone will tell the story it should.
ps. im off to have dinner with marie tonight. here's hoping i come out alive.
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