"soo... what's your film about?"
notes on the little screenplay that has become my personal pet project in the past few months.
a haunting girl with jet black hair and exquisite taste who doubles as a personified metaphor for promaja (a folktale from my
country of spirits that bring illness and negative energies through "drafts" in open windows)..... a wolfman who is a hoarder of physical objects, in addition to emotional woes....an
elderly mystic who recalls her lifetime's tales from her secluded mountain/astral haven that may be on a whole different plane of existence entirely (think: the stories of shamballa), a lovesick guy and his mysterious masked lover....it is never revealed to the viewer if the partner is real, a twin, part of another life's external experience ...or even just a figment of torture in his mental hall of mirrors. it is a contemplation on identity and the concept of a love that goes beyond simple human notions of ownership, procreation and duality, a surreal and provocatively woven tale of past lives and future lore intersecting at spaces outside
of linear time. multiple things seems to happen at once on a hollow earth, in an eternal string of now, timeles chaos, synchronicity. i hope to question these masks we wear, the other selves we create to
function within the demands of this earthly plane, the beasts we choose to tame
or embrace...and how universal love, soul love and a cosmic heritage really does heal all wounds, earthbound or otherwise.
now i'd like to introduce you to the main characters!
ANALOG & MONOLOGUE, THE TWIN FLAMES.androgynous lovers/fractured identities. unable to tell if they are one and the same or entirely separate entities. Analog often pulls away, playing the role of the waning moon and Monologue is magnetically drawn in, waxing towards fullness. they carry out a rather intricate but fragilely explosive dance of hot and cold, back and forth, lessening and letting go only to tightly pull the reins back in when fate demands. they have similar physical appearances, their life stories echo each others, they resonate in ways they've never known before but there's been this block between them that neither has been able to place...they are both trembling on the edge between two worlds, the spiritual and the physical. at what point do they converge? is this a love frequency expressed in a dream or has dna created physicality in waking life?
DACIANA KATJA PROMAJA.creator of universes, femme fatale, force of reckoning. becoming aware of her own power of destruction in the process. she's challenging but her potential is oddly charming. aesthetically she's the classic "dark" female, ghostly in red lipstick and italian heels but on this path of transformation, how much room is there for shadows when you're a madwoman suddenly infused with light? she's harnesses a great power of command between bouts of instability and erratic emotions.....little does she know she's also part wolf.
KALEB ELERIM.washed up dj and musician, tortured human, desperately seeking teenage girls in a futile attempt to hold on to fading youth never reconciled. somewhere beneath this showman's exterior is a pure soul passionate for his craft but this is often lost in the self-deception he dabbles in, in the fading realizations of an empire built on the act of denying. between the drug use, all nighters and casual sex, he's aged drastically in the past two years...but a few frown lines might be the least of his problems. his open bed, open window policy may have let a little more in than the harlots he's invited....
VUKASIN, THE ANTHROPOMORPHIC WOLF.hoarder, keeper of junk. interested in the emotional life of objects. his insides don't match his outsides because he's built up too many walls, literal and metaphorical. he's got the cunning swiftness of his wolf brethren infused with a human emotional blueprint that he's never fully integrated, causing him to manifest human emotions inappropriately: disproportionate attachments to material things. beyond this slight, he's mastered the art of skin-walking and shape-shifting. he often wears a costume wolf mask to enhance the polarity of his humanness. in his wake he leaves clumps of hair behind or tiny red strings, often regurgitated.
BABA RAJA.master storyteller, a warm-hearted keeper of wisdom. guides others through the hardships of lifetimes laced with karma. the crone archetype. she has one glass eye and a pacemaker for a heart but her knowledge comes from seeing and feeling in ways others don't. she's as old as methuselah, her mastery of magic has altered her perspectives on time, exposing it as the cosmic illusion it really is. soaked in folklore and the spirits of a long forgotten past, she's created her own private fountain of youth off the dalmatian coast which has become a safe haven for spiritual seekers and vagrant creatures alike.
i leave you with a few images from my massive collection, the "inspiration folder"
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....and two new illustrations-in-progress from my HOME series:
blessings and light,
kafka <3
