Yes, I have the home theater. The director of a documentary on the work of painting and sculpture of Henry Boder, my son Albert. Atrettzo
All the traveling, the lighting, the decor ... and other elements needed for a video that lasts for 3 to 4 minutes, they have done. We've had two days of shooting. Have been problems along the same: Small camera jumps along dolly tracks (headaches to discover that he had a few drops of paint dry, so it's sensible), too light, some little , shiny backdrops, had to remove several times the platform where the camera is sitting ... (Now I understand the difficulties that a shoot). Already solved these setbacks, are preparing to roll CAMERA, ACTION, SE RUEDAAAAA!
Then comes the work of editing and montage, music, text, credits ... My participation is a poem based on the sculpture and painting, the subject of the next exhibition of my husband.
What I tell you why all this ...? because creativity is exciting, because I'm enjoying a lot, and wanted to share with you (my readers).
What would life be without art!
Poem (Lola BuendÃa)
First came the burning fields
Oranges, golds, Castillian countryside, Youth
reaped with scythes burnished sun.
He turned the light and there was fire in the mountains
Red, purple, skies tinged sunset
The hand of the painter he remained quiet.
poet persisted in his attempt to move the canvas
In its verb
Rectangle snowy, silent language. Brushes
has long forgotten dry
accumulated color palette
eager dreams die ... not to be. A bold violet
Open a furrow in the black. Hands wake
The painting comes to life. Artist and painting
sealed
destinations Exhausted
by years of neglect and misunderstandings.
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