Art Police Revisited

I woke up the other night with two funny little fragments in my head, 1) "Gayness and alcoholism both run in my family. But alcoholism runs faster." 2) "Like a crackwhore without her crackpipe." The first one is almost good enough for a bumper sticker, but I don't have a car.

The image above was borrowed off the internet, I believe the title is Flyff Art Police by Artoki.

My laptop is back up after suddenly shutting down a couple weeks ago. Thank goodness it was just the power cord, and I've got the new one now. I had a momentary panic that the hard drive crashed, which would be devastating as my entire book that I've been working on for months, and many other things, could be wiped out in an instant. Now I can finally bring it in for printing! And then there's my little movie, "The Art Police," which has suffered from a lot of recent emotional turbulence and problems that have gotten in the way of being successfully creative for a while now. But something wonderful and unexpected has happened, and it turns out now that the recent delays and flake-outs on my part and changes of cast were for the best, possibly. What I mean is that I woke up this morning, after conjuring ideas for several hours, and wrote an entirely new and vastly better draft of the film. I now see that the first version was a rough draft and I hadn't held it in my mind long enough to really clearly envision it all. After finishing writing it in one burst (it's only about a 10-minute film anyhow!) I read it over and got excited, and became fully committed to it for the first time. Every single thing is better now, more fully fleshed, detailed stage directions, I THINK I finally have the perfect cast (if Audra agrees to take the part of the gallery owner, which I've totally written with an in-joke just for her), and most of all, the ending is actually....almost amazing. Much better than the others. And it makes a kind of intentionally ambiguous point, on the one hand condoning the need for self-love when you're an artist, and at the same time commenting on narcissism as well. So. I'd despaired of making this film several times recently, and thought how low I'd fallen if I couldn't even make one more short film before I leave Portland. And now I know it still IS going to happen, and better than before. I have to have it all edited and copied by March 1st so we can win the top prize at the Golden Coyote!

All righty then. I need to stop self-analyzing and go live my life now. My next post will be about politics or economics or rare imported China or something relevant like that.