Posts Tagged ‘sorrow’

I reached 350 Polaroids, after the last post I felt I was done with the Polaroids series. Here is the last Polaroid #350.

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I was trying to grasp that peculiar moment that happened last summer, when the person you  love finally let go of their doubts and fears and take a risk to tell you how they feel. It’s always hard to be true to your feelings, understand them, and even more, express them. It can be so hard sometimes to let the words out because you’re so scared of the person reaction. Or you’re self conscious about the consequences of those words. But when the fear is gone, there is just that incredible sense of unique completion, complicity and warm, that only someone you truly love can give you.

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I actually cried a lot when I was done drawing those two. I feel at the end of my rope when it comes to the Polaroids. I’ve been doing all these as a sort of outlet for my sorrow, and it allowed me to capture moments that won’t pain me so strongly in a year from now. I’m therefore glad I managed to capture them. But I’d like to not feel the need to do them anymore. And I thought those were a perfect way to end it.

I know I could do another 50 and have 400… But as of now, I’d like to focus on getting all these in galleries, the 350 are meant to be shown and sold as ONE unique piece and I have a body of work important enough that now I feel the need to get it out there and try to sell it. I’m currently working on making limited lifesized print of a collage of all the polaroids.

I’m a little sad it’s the end of an era, 3 years, almost 4, working on this series. But I’m excited about the next stage.

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Now it doesn’t mean the end of Love’s a Bitch. Just the Polaroids. I’m thinking of taking things into a new direction. I’m starting working on a new project called “Love at War” which seems a logical route. It’s an idea for an epic animated tale, for all audience. But I’m thinking of making “deleted scenes” where we could see the two main characters get intimate. What if cartoon characters had sex? I always wondered… I’m sure there is porn out there available for that but I’d like to keep it erotic and just more about love than “just” about sex.

till next time….

~D

 

Here’s another large Polaroid, 11×15″ special for Valentine’s Day. It’s entitled “Shift” after the Grizzly bear song that was playing that night, exactly a year ago from now.

Some moments or people are associated with songs, I can remember precisely what I was doing with whom when I hear certain songs. Sometimes it makes me feel sad, sometimes I’m just happy I’m able to remember so vividly these long gone memories…. Oceania by Bjork, Stuck in the Middle with You by Stealers Wheels, What if we could by Trent Reznor& Atticus Ross, recently Shift by Grizzly Bear and Holocene by Bon Iver, are some examples of songs I associate with specific moments and specific people in my life.

For some reason, when listening to Shift,  I always hear “And when you  call I’ll be gone” when the actual lyrics are;

Baby, I’ve got silver and I’ve got gold
But when push comes to shove, this is getting old
I wouldn’t have it any other way
No, I wouldn’t have it any other way
And when you call I’ll be there
There…
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Is my subconscious scared the person I care about won’t be there when I need him? Or is it I who won’t be there when they finally call?

SHIFTI’ll close on my favorite song from last year; Skinny Love by Bon Iver:

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

Tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order’s tall

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in lite brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

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I still wouldn’t have it any other way….

Till next time…

~ D