An ugly duckling painting at this point. The Rose Pearl is on a journey. Over the next few days you'll see it change as it readies for the trip to England as my half of a painting exchange. I'm terrible with dates and I'm not sure when it looked like this.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Spreading the Fun
An ugly duckling painting at this point. The Rose Pearl is on a journey. Over the next few days you'll see it change as it readies for the trip to England as my half of a painting exchange. I'm terrible with dates and I'm not sure when it looked like this.
One Soul
We are the group mind and the imagination of the individual is our life force. We talk to each other in dreams and moments when our thoughts cross paths. We read the emotions of the eternal soul that paradox binds us to and separates us from the center of all things that aren't things at all.
We are the hunted and the hunter. We are war and peace in the lesser reality that we live in. We are a false God unto ourselves in universe without reason. We are a Goddess that sees the natural world in shallow vision. We are nothing and taste the bitter fruit of nothing.
We hear the lies and don't feel the truth. We know the joy and ignore the pain. We burn with the pain and forget the joy. Fear tears at our soul and makes us souls.
Have hope, for all that is lost is found again.
The above photo is the first digital photo I took and put on this blog by myself.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Fear of Failure
Yesterday was a lost day. I has a meeting with my friend Jeff and we talked about many projects.
I'm tired of talking. I just want to do. I must start shooting movies.
A friend wanted my Superman cape from last Halloween for a gag at a party and I couldn't find it in my empire of junk. More wasted time looking for it.
Then this morning I made a fool out of myself on the internet. I left a comment on a post, no that's not true. I left a comment on a comment. No, that not true either. I left a comment on a deleted comment.
Desiree Nordlund wrote this nice post about trust in me and I became paranoid about a deleted comment. The ugly side of my imagination was in full force as I wrote a comment about my fragile ego and my fear of failure.
Why do we waste so much time on fear?
I'm going to produce the best movie I can for her and all that are involved in making her script into a film .
Desiree deleted the comment because it was in Japanese.
I'm tired of talking. I just want to do. I must start shooting movies.
A friend wanted my Superman cape from last Halloween for a gag at a party and I couldn't find it in my empire of junk. More wasted time looking for it.
Then this morning I made a fool out of myself on the internet. I left a comment on a post, no that's not true. I left a comment on a comment. No, that not true either. I left a comment on a deleted comment.
Desiree Nordlund wrote this nice post about trust in me and I became paranoid about a deleted comment. The ugly side of my imagination was in full force as I wrote a comment about my fragile ego and my fear of failure.
Why do we waste so much time on fear?
I'm going to produce the best movie I can for her and all that are involved in making her script into a film .
Desiree deleted the comment because it was in Japanese.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Breath of the Universe
Imagination is the breath of the universe. Hold your breath between life and death. Let your dreams live in the moment.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Locations for Walking the Graveyard









I haven't got permission to use the Graveyard and may not as shooting in a Cemetery is a touchy subject. I've been involved in two graveyard shoots, so I know the rules. Don't shot names on tombstones.
The house is my parents rental property and is the oldest house in town. I helped rebuild the house in the 1970's. My father and I pulled 10 layers of shingles off the roof. The last two layers were wood shingles with square nails. In rebuilding the roof I fell through a rotten board and had the tip of a rusty nail in my right leg for 30 years. My body finally rejected the piece of hundred plus year old square nail. So I carried part of this old house around with me for a time.
The two doll houses are going to be combined into one as a prop for the daughter's room.
Walking the Graveyard was written by Desiree Nordlund.
Three actors and three actresses will audition for the two roles.
Desiree Nordlund will make the final selection on the cast by video audition.
Third Christmas
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