You know, if it weren’t such a crap business to work in, I would get into the film industry. Not as an actress, I’d love to get into the production side of things. The arty stuff. For instance, when I listen to certain pieces of music a whole story can evolve in my head, like my own little personal movie. But when it’s personal for only me, no one else can see it, and usually I’m not very good at voicing these images. I can write them okay, but I’d much rather share the actual pictures. I’d love to convert that into actual film, or 3d animation, or something. Anything. There’s one project I’ve been thinking about for a long time that I would absolutely love to create. It’s set to Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite. The first time I heard that piece almost the entire story for this animated short came into my head. Complete with animation style. It’ll start out like a moving impressionistic painting, then as the music intensifies, it’ll move into sharp, clear graphics, mostly in red to black hues. Then, as the music softens again, back to impressionistic. I don’t want to spill the storyline cause you never know, I might get to produce it one day and I don’t want anyone to beat me to it. But I love my idea. Now all I need is money, an animation staff, the London Symphony Orchestra to perform the music, and I’ll be good to go.
And now Lacrimosa from Mozart’s requiem just started and that’s a whole other idea all together. My brain is too confusing for me. I can’t imagine what it’s like from the outside looking in. I must sound like an absolute raving lunatic. Isn’t that fantastic? 🙂
I think I may try my hand at 3D rendering this week. My brother has a program that he’s been rendering with for the past few weeks, creating all sorts of amazing things. If he can do it, I can learn how. Maybe I can produce this little movie on my own. The only problem is Steve says in order to make it look like a moving painting I’d have to spend months, maybe years, rendering it. Funny – to make it look messy, it takes more time. Stupid computers.
If I could draw, that would save loads of time, but my hands are too shakey to do that. I was okay at it for a while, then I cut my hand, then I lost interest, and it’s all gone downhill since then. Maybe I should try it again, take a class or two.
Sorry, my blogs get kind of rambly when I can’t sleep.
Ooo, now Schubert’s Ave Maria has started, and that’s a whole other ambition entirely. I love that song. But I won’t get into that tonight. I think I’d better wrap this up before I restart my introspective rant about producing.