My good friend, Jeremy Thompson, is an artist and photographer (and a pretty good one on both counts). He’s always paraphrasing a commencement speech Neil Gaiman gave: make more art. No matter what, Jeremy is always making art, because the world needs it. Even if it’s raw, even if it’s not profitable – get out there and do it. It’s a great vibe to be around.
As such, I’m always looking for something new. And so when I stumbled across Si Horrocks, I was asked if I wuldn’t mind viewing a teaser trailer for a series on which he’s working. The premise: a man enters his wfe’s dreams to find out why she’s in a coma. Major potential there; so many places it can go. The way it’s set up, a certain number of views unlocks each episode; we’re at the teaser right now. So I watched it, and I wasn’t disappointed. I then went and read the blog portion of the site, and found this excellent explanation from Si about rejection: “[B]eing an artist is like being a boxer. The reason most people don’t get in the ring is because you get punched. And trust me – even pro boxers feel pain when they get hit…. But just getting in the ring and taking a few punches makes you a hero. Because most people don’t have the guts to even get in the ring.” You know what? Hell yeah. I got to describe the fear of sharing creative work this past week: it’s like showing someone your deformed baby – you hope that no one points out that it has an extra eye in its forehead and walks with a limp because it’s precious to you. I can get behind giving something new a go, because that means that someone conquered his or her fears enough to put it out there, even if it gets rejected.
And so, I’m breaking all of two weeks’ tradition of sharing a short film and sharing a trailer on a rainy Saturday instead.
I’m interested to see where this goes. I like the lighting and camera work. Points to the editing – I’ve edited before and know how much of a pain in the ass it can be to get the cut just right. I also liked the ominous baby crying – I could sense that something was wrong, and that something was about to go very wrong, but didn’t know what it was. I’ll confess, I hope to see more, if only because we need more art in this world.