Thursday, June 11, 2020

Experimental



I'm fucking up, just like I fucked up this photo.  It was a perfectly lovely photo, but I wanted to experiment a bit.  I'm not through with it.  I have other ideas.  But ideas are what get me into trouble. My ideas have decimated this blog.  I have diminished its returns.

But I tell myself I am doing it for me.  Still. . . .

I am watching this right now (link).  You might want to watch it with the sound turned off.  Visually, it is lovely.  The entire thing, as far as I can tell thus far, is composed of recreations of Hopper paintings.  Incredibly, they have done a good job.  The colors are slightly off, but the lighting is almost perfect.  The dialog, however, is. . . not so good.  But I love the actors.  They look as if they stepped out of a Hopper painting.  She, fleshy and strong, he slight and wan.  Other characters are right as well.  I am only a third of the way through its, but I am amazed that such a thing was financed and produced.  There are still miracles in the world.  I just searched for "Edward Hopper," and after several good docs, this came up.  It is just buried on YouTube, if I am accurate.  I may not be, though.  You may have all heard of it before.

* * * 

I finished the movie.  It was a treat in spite of the music and the audio production overall which was flat and amateurish.  But the visuals could hardly have been better.  I may watch it again with the sound off and this playing. 

For some reason, I can't insert the video, so you'll have to use the link.  

I didn't really fuck up the photo.  I just experimented with some ideas.  It is leading me to more ideas, so it is good.  I made a trip to the art supply store yesterday, and I have new supplies.  I have plenty of good stuff with which to work.  

I just need somebody with whom to play.  

2 comments:



  1. I watched it last night - heavily stoned - in the dark. After the Usherette vignette - I turned the sound down. I only put it on during the black screen news scenes. No bueno - the script - tries too hard I think - the dialogue and music.

    BUT - I did fall into it. How could you not? If you have any inkling of a Hopper painting. I wonder what it would be like to watch it with someone who doesn't know Hopper - there are people you know.

    Yeah she is perfect. I wanted to bite her skin. Just gently.

    You'll find someone soon - or rather - they'll find you. If History is to repeat itself -which it often does. :)

    I drove to Ptown yesterday - I was looking at the dispensary goods up there and saw flower called "Lucinda Williams." I looked up the strain and decided wtf - I mine as well take a drive. I wanted to smoke weed named after Lucinda Williams. It's the little things these days. "Car Wheels on a Gravel Road" was a big cruising disc at one time.



    I picked up the G.B. Figuring he could probably use some time out of his bunker. He costs me a lot of money tho- he drinks cheap beer but a lot of it - and also those poisonous things - nips. And he never has any dinero. Oh well. When he is not obliterated (which is how I drop him off nearly every time - he is a funny guy - but talks over me constantly - so I just crank up the music - really really loud for a while and sing and car dance). That's why Tom wasn't crazy about he just never shuts up.

    "It's company," I say to myself. But will need a good few days respite from the noise.

    Provincetown was all face masks - all places. People were wandering Commercial - some shops were open - signs everywhere - "This is a Required Mask Area." Shit that town knows disease devastation - after A.I.D.'s I just went in to the dispensary and out - but had to walk a bit to get there - so got some flavor. The bars and restaurants are not opened yet.






    11. Bumps River Girl, a scene

    unsorted
    tossed flowers,

    the broken vase
    sinner she says

    when I bribe her with a kitten
    her eyes soften just a bit
    while I quietly clean up the mess


    12. Bumps River girl, the scene after that

    washing her neck in the shower
    and I with drooled eyes
    pestered once again by the kitten,

    ask why
    and she says,
    the water making little streamlets
    on her thighs

    Oh my
    she says watching my eyes

    caricatures I guess

    fake people? not in my poems I don't suppose

    Steam got in my eyes,
    I don't remember much after that he lied



    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I don't like people enough, I guess. I couldn't do it.

      Delete