Introduction by the young artist:
“a movie is, literally, a series of images, and what one sees in a movie can really be taken, beyond its stammering or misleading dialogue, as the key to what the movie is actually involved in saying” – James Baldwin
/ My intention is not to present a narrative story that begins and ends like a perpetuated rumor or oral anecdote, rather, my intention is to present the world as it has been presented to me through the seen and the un-seen of my own vision. I do not feel it would be truthful to myself if I attempted to transcribe my thoughts/dreams/visions/sights/ideas/convictions and overall perceptions in any other form. Every thought my mind produces creates an indentation in the world in which I view, a shift in the camera angle of my own movie.
I do not believe a movie’s sole purpose is to simply walk the narrow passage of time shown within a conventional story. A movie, as I see it, is a consolidated culmination of ideas from all sources. This movie was produced to understand –no, to remember, that everything is endless in all directions, to remember that this void I occupy is a vast space of nothing that entails absolutely everything.
Some things can’t be explicitly said, these exhibitions of un-said things are art and art is the most I can ever conceivably strive for.
Words are undoubtedly capable of producing images, of constructing or orienting our immediate carnal reality, and if these word-images are conjoined or purposely oblique to one another, the actual inherent meaning within anything happening at any time, or outside of time, can finally be fully recognized.
These word-images presented sequentially make up the word-movie. /
Splintered rain tentatively peppers ground regardless of pastel heaven blue sky and shining sun…the greatest day rolls past like any other…little Lucy says she’s gonna walk home and gets hit by incoming traffic…
Sprouted phallus building hazy with new-morning fog/ leaning construction crane’s steel hooks hanging still against solid grey sky/ Birds twittering incomprehensible high pitched ballads to home-tree and to endless sky/ Deceased deer stiff as plastic-fake on side of semi-major roadway/ -I chain smoked like 9 cigarettes- /Woman thumbing for ride accompanied by a suitcase/ Moon stands solid as half-staff flag in day-time sky/ Jesus wasn’t white…
-i didn’t have no job and i wasn’t in school so i said fuck it i needed a check. its been two years it takes a long ass time for that shit. my lawyer’s name is peter orva, if you don’t believe me i got emails on my phone right now. so what i did i waited in the hedges watching the road just waiting then when the car came i walked right into the street and got fucked up and sorta rolled on the hood. the guy stopped and asked if i was good and i said ‘yeah’ and he dipped but i got his license plate and called the cops and i know its more fucked up for him but a hit and run is a bigger check than a regular hit so fuck it. my lawyer says imma get atleast 20 thousand plus. them fuckers all dirty. i took x rays and the lawyer said a vertebrae in my neck dislocated from it. but I feel fine. i think them dirty fucks doctored that shit. that shit was 2 years ago. that shit take so long. im finna get that money though fuck it. first thing imma do is take a picture in my new car-