this is one tile of my tiled repeating pattern, chirp chirp!

We're starting a collaboration RE: PATTERNS. CONTRIBUTE HERE: 

RECord your thoughts, write a story, draw a picture, or make a song regarding this theme.

Thanks again <3

J

Some notes from the production. Little bits and pieces of memories in here.

The road to my village...far far away

Still shot from "The Tide" short film production at the hitRECord House of Awesomeness 2013 - used this to create the one-sheet for the film with TheSerpentTheCharmer.

Contribute to the short film collab here: http://www.hitrecord.org/collaborations/7511

During our time at the Michigan HitRECord House of Awesomeness, we wrote and shot a ghost film called "The Tide". Here's the one-sheet for it that KevinMaistros and I created. Our two models/actresses are LizSmalls and Ellieyah. 

GO LOOK AT THE COLLABORTATION FOR "THE TIDE" AND CONTRIBUTE! http://www.hitrecord.org/collaborations/7511

Little girl and her balloon done! Now on to the adult people, the birds and whatever other things I can make a bit macabre :)

Talking for a few minutes about the concept of psychopomps - beings/deities/animals/etc. that guide a soul from the world of the living to the world of the dead. Pretty much every culture/religion has some sort of concept of psychopomps, which says to me that it's a concept that's essential to our humanity. Also, I think it's something that could give us some really good opportunites for visual art. Plus it's a really cool word:)

* please, please correct me if I've gotten any information wrong. I gave some examples from various cultures, but I may not have it completely correct and I don't want to sound like an ass, so let me know.

A song I wrote a while back that I thought might fit with the Secrets theme. <3

Driving December time

In the early dark

Glimpses of other lives

People playing parts

Every window

Frames a story

Every one has sorrow

Every one has glory

From the outside looking in

They are paper thin

They are smiling

The amber glow

Of a life you don’t know

Is beguiling

Flowers on the mantelpiece

Smoke from the chimney spills

Sat at the table

The family gets their fill

Their silence is silver

At least so to you it seems

You cannot hear the

 sigh of unspoken dreams

There’s a lie, there’s a love

There’s a curse, there’s a promise

A tragedy, humanity

At its most honest

A fairytale, a miracle

A terrible secret

Everything is evident

We just don’t see it

When.. driving December time
In the early dark