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Light-and-shadowplay

The light-and-shadowplay behind my eye-lids in a state of pre-sleep or near-awakening. The proximity of the inner world, the recycled patterns of the outside world. Slanted planes of dotted light reflections. Gentle morphs bring a subtlety of colour closer to the mind's eye. The darkness provides the background for a drizzle of semi-transparent reds and yellows. An unobtrusive take-over. Directing this art takes calm and focus and results in projective auto-creation. An intuitive screen-saver of your imagination. Before you know, you are a visitor in your own mind.

Paris and Berlin

Paris is password-protected. Berlin is open-source. Paris is a lover. Berlin is a comrade.  Paris is singular. Berlin is plural. Paris is pure poetry. Berlin is pure. Paris is a gold-studded oxygen mask. Berlin is oxygen. Paris has a heart of Gold. Berlin is not heart-centred and treats its internal organs equally. They all come in gold, silver or bronze and get served with sauerkraut .  Paris is all about timing. Berlin is anytime. Paris doesn't bite. Berlin is edible. Paris is mystifying. Berlin is occasionally overcast. Berlin is history repeated. Paris is history.

Screenplay

He is as cliche as the Chinese characters tattoo on his left forearm. If he were a band, he would be U2. Generally likable yet severely non-distinct. He only serves as an introduction to me. An imaginary protagonist in a belletristic exercise. So that's him. What about her? Is she worthy of the stage? Can she fulfill a little part of me, maybe a reflection of him? You know, maybe she could have the Chinese characters tattoo on her right shoulder which is even more cliche with her being a woman...and an artist. Right...so she is an artist. She is a nurse of the Universe and she is becoming worthier of the stage as we speak. I must admit, the character generation process so far has been leasurely and honest.