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Thursday, January 26, 2012

Cool Find: The Fall

Stumbled upon this trailer, The Fall (2006) by director/artist Tarsem Singh. It wasn't available on NetFlix so we bought it because the clip alone is about the most beautiful film I've ever seen.

"In a hospital a little girl with a broken collar bone meets a bedridden man who starts telling her a fantastical story which reflects his state of mind. As time goes by fiction and reality start to intertwine in this uplifting epic fantasy."

It's a mythic fairytale story told with breath taking visuals clearly. I'll know more after I see it. But already I saw several visual games that speak directly to what I'm attempting to do with Halfland. UPDATE: IT IS THE MOST SPECTACULAR MOVIE I'VE EVER SEEN. Master director Tarsem's vision & guts, the genius costumer Eiko Ishioka's mind-bending creativity, the superb performances by the entire cast, the 28 exotic locations it was shot, the story, both reality and fantasy, engrossing and honest. I have since become a Tarsem scholar and hope to enjoy his future storytelling projects. His Snow White is coming next Spring.

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Jeff LaffertyJanuary 27, 2012 at 2:20 PM
Looks amazing, I'll have to look around and see if I can find it.
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Love the Genomicon coined term for modern, independent, non-corporate backed, movie making "Open-Sourcery! HA!

“The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.”
--Henry Miller

“Life isn't long enough to do all you could accomplish. And what a privilege even to be alive. In spite of all the pollutions and horrors, how beautiful this world is. Supposing you only saw the stars once every year. Think what you would think. The wonder of it.”
--Tasha Tudor

“I've written in awful enough situations that I know that the quality of the prose doesn't depend on the circumstance in which it is composed. I don't believe the muse visits you. I believe that you visit the muse. If you wait for that "perfect moment" you're not going to be very productive.”
--Michael Lewis

Excerpts from interview with artist Julie Taymor:

Interviewer: “A double magic: you see the puppet and the puppeteer together. In that universe, God is visible.”

JT: “The most successful stuff is the stuff I've done my whole life, which didn't cost anything... It's always the true expression of creativity that moves us... The fact that as a spectator you're very aware of the human being with the things strapped on, and you see the straps linking the actor to the stilts, that there's no attempt to mask the stilts and make them animal-like shapes--that's why people cry.

“At the deepest level, the creative process and the healing process arise from a single source. When you are an artist, you are a healer; a wordless trust of the same mystery is the foundation of your work and its integrity. ”
--Rachel Naomi Remen

“When you understand how to love one thing—then you also understand how best to love everything.”
--Novalis

“A proverb is a short sentence based on long experience.”
--Miguel de Cervantes

“Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination are omnipotent. The slogan press on has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race. No person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave.”
--(John) Calvin Coolidge

“This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.”

“My ideas are my maps.”
--Tavi

“No matter how slow the film,
Spirit always stands still long enough
for the photographer It has chosen.”

--Author Unknown

“In my dream, the Angel shrugged
and said, 'If we fail this time,
it will be a failure of imagination.'
And then she placed the world gently
in the palm of my hand.”

--Erica Jong

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

--Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Start by doing the necessary,
Next do the possible,
Suddenly you're doing the impossible.”

--St. Francis of Assisi

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Soft paleness of a yellow moon glowing like a window's lantern in a distant neighbor's home.

Felt like a little baby early this morning, sleeping on couch watching myself breathe in & out, grateful for life once again.

Blood red full moon rising, inflated in lens of air. Troposphere aura gives way to higher ether of gold.

Kind day, with her delicate gradual light shading the night sky so gently, is careful not to wake his heavy sleep too quickly.

Rain light is sharply washing the faces of all houses in my view with angular pale yellow, now gone.

I like the quiet moments of the morning, as the dim white lightens the sky gently as the birds begin to stir. Their ringing hushed against the marbled veins of gray. The world asleep. Only I and the Sun's rolling aspect are awakened. To think this landscape into being.

Burgeoning young buds of youth flowering into maturity. A magical moment of metamorphosis, when young blooms become.

Don't come around here this time of night, Moon. Looking in my window with your half closed eye won't make me forgive you. You are too late.

My world stops when bad pain comes. Projects left hanging, promises go undone. Feeling like a chewed up piece of gum, dry, flavorless, gray.

Blushing backlit morning fog shading a pre-dawn sky in delicate washes of pink, now pale cream. Silhouetted trees dark & grey, still hushed.

You are late. Did you stop along the way to see your new friend & try on all her clothes? They don't suit you, Moon. Take off that gray veil.

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