It was the type of wind that felt as though a dozen blowdryers were up close in high power. I arrived on set for my second fashion art film; the set being Barbican in London, where many photographers and videographers find inspiration and commence.
I find filming like an anxious high. It’s challenging dealing with the various components. Trying to express emotion without talking, ignoring the passers-by who stare in wonder. And it’s a focus on continuity; to create flow, you have to keep going for as long as possible.
In some ways I play a character and I have to think – how does she walk and stare; what will her next move be? Working with my videographer, we prefer little to no direction. Once the ideas are drawn at the beginning, I just move and I keep moving and make up the moves as I go.
The poem I chose is close to my heart. If you write poetry, maybe you can relate in the concept of finding sad words easier to form and thus more raw and emotional. What I love about this, is that despite the underlying pain, there’s a romanticism, there’s a kind of beauty that’s compelling.
If you fancy reading the poem in words along with a few others, read: Instagram Poetry.
Although we all interpret individually, it’s about loss and memory. It’s broken into two sections.
The first, she is finally going to see the man she loves. And she’s telling him, how much she’s needed him. She confesses that he’s so incredible, it’s as though everything he does is so much more.
He’s so reassuring and comforting, that when he holds her, it’s as natural as music to her hips. Wrapped in their moment, she’s asks him to take it in and create a mental photo, because if he remembers, it will last forever.
The second, is her telling him that she will never forget. She won’t be bitter, she’ll always celebrate what they had. When their lives move on and their memory is just a frozen snapshot, she will always remember.
Despite the knowledge that they will age, their time will remain fresh and new. Then as they are about to say their goodbyes, she whispers a little prayer; please keep dreaming of me.
In some ways it’s about the fear of having an incredible relationship with someone – whether partner or friend, and knowing that your lives are diverting in two different places.
Yet the happiness of what you had, becomes blurred in the reality that it will slowly be less significant in their brain as new experiences form. So you’re scared of this person moving on and not caring as they once did, when in your mind you know that you always will.
How you would interpret my poetry in my first fashion art film? And is the description something that you can relate to?
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