After waking up too dejected to make a micromovie yesterday --or even to do my dishes-- I ended up making two.
And both because of other people.
First, Kellie sent me Dutch sprinkles, which were like tiny percussion instruments drumming their little feet demanding to be filmed [they're in the post below].
Then, Art Sparker repeated her prompt for this week: "books." (On Thursdays, she links to people who take up the prompt.) Books! I had to create something new for that topic.
So, here I am at a local café...
"Proofreading a Manuscript" (55 sec.)
(The publisher I freelance for still proofs on paper, which I like.)
These micromovies surprise me. I thought I'd make nothing but sci-fi special effects, and instead Romanticism keeps sneaking in.
Maybe it's something about working with film on its own--not trying to tell a story--and film loves moody light?
I don't know.
I'm reminding myself of me at seventeen, when I read The Sorrows of Young Werther in bed recovering from an illness, on codeine, and was entirely satisfied with it--and me.
Not a Captain Kirk stage of my life, at all.
I'm surprised, but I'm pleased too, to meet this side of myself again.
*heads off to kitchen sink to tackle the dishes*