140 Seconds in My House

A few weeks ago I filmed my 140 seconds at the designated time (8pm gmt on June 21) for the 140 PROJECT. Frank Kelly, the project’s overseer, has instructed all 140 filmmakers NOT to publish/post/exhibit their segments before the film’s release.  Fair enough.

But I’m really happy with my concept and with what I shot to actualize the idea!  I think it’s okay to describe what I shot, right?  As we all know, there is a big difference in discussing a film and seeing a film.  Plus, I’m going to omit the MAJOR thread (heck, let’s go with ‘rope’) that tied my whole segment together.  Though you may be able to figure the rope out if you check out my previous posts on this topic…

Here were Frank’s instructions to us filmmakers:

You must capture what it is that connects you to you home in 140 seconds. What is special about where you live, that lifts you, inspires you, connects you to that place.

stairs – climb every day.
pics frineds – still but alive. moments make the whole
hidden in trees – behind me always the foundation
skylight – looking up for divine inspiration or escaping in frustration
shell – the places we will go but always come home
buddha  – looking over me, knowing calmness in me.
message board – life. the messages in the mess.
the view – present, now, staticc, always changing, thing the same

I started with my stairs. They lead from my bedroom to the top floor where my office and ‘daytime’ world is. I climb these stairs every day and they take me to the places that I my work. Climb, climb, climb. Always.

Next, we passed a wall of photos of my friends and family.  The pictures are frozen moments yet they are so alive in my memory and heart.  These photos of good times combine to make the whole: I have a lot of amazing people in my life that love me.

We venture into my office where a mural of beechwood trees silently presides behind my desk.  My mom painted the mural.  She’s always got my back.

Look up to the skylight. I do it all the time when battling writer’s block, procrastination, and too few hours in the day.  One day I’d like a personal assistant to drop through that skylight.  Or divine inspiration.

We glide over to the shell on the bookcase.  It was given to me by someone special and reminds me of all the places we went and that we could’ve gone, but in the end there’s no place like home.

Hey Buddha!  He’s hanging by the fountain on the patio.  He watches over me.  So calm and knowing.  Reminds me that I can be that way too.  Especially if I don’t have too many Diet Cokes.

There’s the kitchen message board full of wedding invites, snapshots from last weekend, coupons, a grocery list, a magazine cutout of Marlon Brando, a funny post-it note left by my friend Tarik, and many other random things.  This is a mess but this is life… and there is a message in the mess.

Finally, the view from my kitchen sink.  Every day I look out this window. It opens up to Glendale and the mountains beyond.  Every morning the view is slightly different – different sun, different clouds, different cars, different energy.  The only constant is that the view is ALWAYS in the present.  It’s about right now and right here.

And then my 140 seconds were over. The only thing left to do was to cut the tape.

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