I'm fucking up, just like I fucked up this photo. It was a perfectly lovely photo, but I wanted to experiment a bit. I'm not through with it. I have other ideas. But ideas are what get me into trouble. My ideas have decimated this blog. I have diminished its returns.
But I tell myself I am doing it for me. Still. . . .
I am watching this right now (link). You might want to watch it with the sound turned off. Visually, it is lovely. The entire thing, as far as I can tell thus far, is composed of recreations of Hopper paintings. Incredibly, they have done a good job. The colors are slightly off, but the lighting is almost perfect. The dialog, however, is. . . not so good. But I love the actors. They look as if they stepped out of a Hopper painting. She, fleshy and strong, he slight and wan. Other characters are right as well. I am only a third of the way through its, but I am amazed that such a thing was financed and produced. There are still miracles in the world. I just searched for "Edward Hopper," and after several good docs, this came up. It is just buried on YouTube, if I am accurate. I may not be, though. You may have all heard of it before.
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I finished the movie. It was a treat in spite of the music and the audio production overall which was flat and amateurish. But the visuals could hardly have been better. I may watch it again with the sound off and this playing.
For some reason, I can't insert the video, so you'll have to use the link.
I didn't really fuck up the photo. I just experimented with some ideas. It is leading me to more ideas, so it is good. I made a trip to the art supply store yesterday, and I have new supplies. I have plenty of good stuff with which to work.
I just need somebody with whom to play.