Thought spillage...

There are moments in 2009 when I regress to childhood... should I become a cinematographer, chef or journalist?  Not that I ever had such grand ideals, I just wanted to find a jungle to swing in.

I am a professional figure drawing model. I am disturbingly good at taking up my position, finding a Zen spot on the wall and then blacking out for an hour.  Which is the main reason I still volunteer, the pay is a secondary consideration.

I’ve entered two of my short films to the MIX film festival in NY. One of my main motivations, besides feeling the need to just make a move of some kind, was to rid myself of the constraints of form I had grown accustomed to (in other words, to rid myself of its precious, personal worth). They are, however, of a highly personal nature and now I’m not sure if I did the right thing by entering them, especially since they are such early works. I have a passion for film, to be sure, but I am not certain whether to approach it as merely a hobby, or whether to muster the arrogance it takes to assert its worth as art.

I’m off to watch a play, Lorca’s “Yerma”, in Afrikaans no less. I suck at keeping contact when internet access is rare, but might be blessed with wireless sometime next week.

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