IMAGINATION of your SOUL?
the easy of the mind that moves in the film..your soul...your own, that floats you in a river of now, then and
past...is a miracle.. you can ease it in any point of view and sight, and in first every way is right and simple..
but then,something happens..
music.. for my project i tried differend ways and music styles... one was is classic. one is with monolithic and
frugal instrumentation with only 3 base notes on a reanimated old moog..this then brings me to scriptpainting
where i bring my scene to a picture - and it s crasy and a slow process- sometimes i write the whole background story
of one character..in the sadness of no happy ending of the film- that thern brings the shine-and then i knew more
about the stage and how i will design every detail-setz the light-and so on..
Technical , i am happy that the 2 gh-2 i use are in this step, and later "there" just there and fit in a cinematic neutrality in.
But i do not mention about because if you go line to much to perfect it to 100%, you kill it, how to explain..
when you play a line on your guitar and it falls with choirevoices in a upcoming dramatic sense of it, a bit but just a bit
"false" a bit drive can make it. it is like this.
And it is also a litte timless picture compositing, that you set it right, for your suppose of the scene and story and that you
make the audience, think you are the people, in differnd, and you get them in a conjunctive moode,..
How is it, when you are lost 100000000000000000000000 millon miles away in space, is it same, if you are lost, because
your father dies, is it same because you are now one glimpse of last lightshine away of calm peace, for a end of my sf-film-project
i had the idea, taht the hero knwos that hw will die, wath would you do, when 20.000 dark transformed humankloned zombas run
on your hill, and only 3 are left, and you have only 5 buiilts, my maincharacter sits down ( in demolated house) and begins to play
sebastin bach .." oh komme grooser Herr" you see all in slomo, when the zombies brake in, and the hero smiles, he strkes the stanway
piano.. weh do hear nothing, only the singel childish played notes,
and he knows, no its right, he has found his fredom..
clic..the 100 megatonn reactor..... white.... end titel... music goes up in full orchestral holybness of hell...
okay.
and this is only one of 10001 ways i just will do this.
"....alfred...alfred.... come in....dinner is ready..."
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