A dream
Maybe more of a premonition
A slow dance of hands
Maybe symbolic
In some distant land
Fingers painting the air
Like pigment to paper
A message
Maybe four words
I have yet to understand
Presented before me
Some mistress of mystery
Silent
She makes me disappear
With one stroke of her hand
Pride, honour and saving face are all rooted in the ego. Out of the three I have conserved a certain sense of honour. Whether it be through my work or certain aspects of my behaviour. Honour is simply a set of rules that you live by and as long as you chose those rules I can go with it.
However being proud of something because you are in some way connected to it is really just a form of narcissism and saving face when scandal comes your way is simply trying to cover up the truth. I chose to detach myself from that way of thinking many years ago as both make us blind to reality in different ways.
So why the title? I hear you think.
Well, at the beginning of the year I picked up a second camera for stills and safety shots when shooting video. I’ve been testing it out in various ways, one of which has been taking people’s portraits to test lighting, depth of field and put an online portfolio together. The portfolio is so I have something to send people who want a gun for hire for events but the portrait testing has sprouted wings and become a little something of it’s own. What was originally supposed to be a dozen portraits has now reached 25 faces and is growing. These faces are from different backgrounds, gender and age and are slowly building a mosaic representing the fibre of Hong Kong’s society. Each person simply comes as they are, takes a seat and I take 10 to 30 shots of them. Some stay for 30 mins, others stay for a couple of hours and once they are gone I save their faces for the record.
They want to be adored
For what they are not
Caught in an illusion
Distraught by their lack of perfection
A fear of reflection
Simmering in their psyche
So fragile, so distanced, distracted
From who they really are
Yet to understand
That art can capture
Their very essence
And hold that hand
And say
Stay.
I’ve not done a diary entry in a long time so here goes. I’ve been juggling several projects over the past few months and added to them over time. I’ve stockpiled video footage, photos, collected a bunch of reference images and expanded my notes on the semi fictional city of 6.1.3.Kong.
Yesterday and today are all about sound design for video and this evening I shall be trying different voices to narrate Tik Tak Toe. The image side of the video was finished during the week and is a combination of 375 still images and some footage taken in the studio. As soon as the sound is done it will go online and I can get on with editing a series of photos for S!X (more about that another time as it is still being defined).
I shall be drawing around 25 sketches of faces to use as cover art for a dark ambient album I’m putting together which will double up as a sound track for the White Devil’s Dozen videos. I’m still looking for a model to finish that project as well as needing to write up a script for the Devil himself. So the date of release for that one remains unknown.
Finally: I am still working on The Mysteries, both the poems and the graphic art. It has mutated quite a bit over time from stories and portraits to poems and masks. The latter being what stuck. It’s a follow up to and development of 22 secrets singling out two characters and focusing on the cycle of life. Another CC project although I will make digital downloads available for purchase for those who want prints.
That about sums things up for just now. Stay tuned for work in progress, dirty jokes and pictures of your mom cooking me dinner.
Show me your all
The flesh and the soul
Your fears
Your goals
The life from within
The taste of your sins
Make me believe that you care
That you are willing to share
Every thought
Every act
With love in your eyes
And compassion in your heart
Then we can start
A beautiful journey.
The tragic existence of me was playing on the hotel room TV screen. Each image reflecting a thought, each thought creating insomnia which in turn brought a certain disconnect from reality.
A reality that kicked back in when the TV signal cut and all that could be heard was the low vibrating hum of the air conditioning.
When your confidence
Feels broken
Almost as broken as your heart
You try to escape
Dig a hole
Embrace the shadows
Chain down
The urge
To purge
The past
The present
And all you ever cared about
Be fearless or cease to be
When you’re full of doubt
Feeling lost
Almost as lost
As your soul
You try to reshape
Find a goal
Beyond the gallows
Stringing up
High
The lows
Of a life
You never really cared about
