Confession
I confess,
Like sitting on a toilet,
Releasing the guilt
That poisons my body.
And still I consume sin,
Just as the hypocrites.
I lie
On a pew after
The congregation departed.
This building is now
Hollow, and
I am
It's sole inhabitant.
This body is
The temple.
But my body resembles
This temple,
Occupied by an entity
That has been emptied of
It's Savior.
God is not
Where
He used to be.
I'd like to shoot images depicting a world that is barren yet heavily populated. I think that, when edited together, this piece should start off with a lot of symmetry and slowly fall apart, like deconstructing a puzzle. Concerning concrete images, I grew up on a farm across the street from a swamp, so I want the countryside to play a major role. I have also decided to stay away from incorporating religious imagery and churches; I want the voiceover to feed off of the image.
I'm gonna keep brainstorming....
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