A new short experimental film based on a poem I wrote 10 years ago. Thus, I am calling this a video poem. As the protagonist sits at a crossroads in their life, they pause and reflect on the inner turmoil, angst and doubt caused by the pschological effects of violent abuse. Time has not healed the mental wounds and the protagonist is unable to move forward in their life. Life is passing by, as he/she waits for some catharsis.
BG plate shot on Flip Digital Recorder
Footage from archive.org
Score composed and recorded entirely in NI Absynth
Designed in AfterEffects
The poem:
The emptiness
Beyond the hole
Belongs on a page
Where words won't live.
A static shadow
Grows
From the hearts of the dying.
The surface may ripple,
But the frozen
Reflection
Comes from beyond the waves.
Relive.
The truth witnessed by a
Sheltered moon.
A scream to part the clouds.
A flash of life as the
Blade
Cuts. Slices.
Drives home.
