Set:
Probably studio, office setting..."cold", no carpet, no windows
Clippings of models on floor, wall, desk?
Stand up mirror with magazine clippings of models tapped to it
Veggies on a plate
Scale
A pet lap dog with green outfit
Costume:
Green dress...will post pic ASAP
Heals
Make up and hair perfect....elaborate "high fashion" look
Running eye make up from crying
Sunday, January 25, 2009
SLOTH
Set:
Living room, Only couch, table, maybe tv and stand. Simple lined furniture.
Trash piled through out (cigarettes, take out dinners, magizines, dishes, over flowing trash can)
Clock on wall, hour hand, set at 1200
Blanket and pillow on couch
cleared space in middle
Scarlet the rat walking around
Costume:
Light blue shredded dress for girl. Dirty oversize sweat pants for male, male and female barefoot
Messy, possibly dreaded hair
dirt under nails, chipped polish if girl.
running eye make up for girl
Living room, Only couch, table, maybe tv and stand. Simple lined furniture.
Trash piled through out (cigarettes, take out dinners, magizines, dishes, over flowing trash can)
Clock on wall, hour hand, set at 1200
Blanket and pillow on couch
cleared space in middle
Scarlet the rat walking around
Costume:
Light blue shredded dress for girl. Dirty oversize sweat pants for male, male and female barefoot
Messy, possibly dreaded hair
dirt under nails, chipped polish if girl.
running eye make up for girl
Friday, January 16, 2009
"Seven" availability
SLOTH
Photographer: Jermaine Wallace
Model: Cake or death?
LUST
Photographer: Chet Overall
Model: Cake or death?
GLUTTONY:
Photographer:
Model: Ben Bass P Layer
GREED
Photographer:
Model:
PRIDE
Photographer:
Model:
ENVY
Photographer: Cake or Death Productions
Model: Claire
WRATH
Photographer:
Model:
DILIGENCE
Photographer:
Model:
CHASTITY
Photographer:
Model:
TEMPERANCE
Photographer:
Model:
CHARITY
Photographer: Jermaine Wallace
Model:
HUMILITY
Photographer:
Model:
HOPE
Photographer:
Model: Ben Bass P Layer
PATIENCE
Photographer:
Model:
****Photogs and Models I'm talking to but don't have assigned to a sin/virtue:
Ashely - Ashes Photography
Danielle Mikayla
Dune - Cake or Death Productions
Don - Don Wright Photography
Justin Carry
Bryce
Claire
Danielle
Photographer: Jermaine Wallace
Model: Cake or death?
LUST
Photographer: Chet Overall
Model: Cake or death?
GLUTTONY:
Photographer:
Model: Ben Bass P Layer
GREED
Photographer:
Model:
PRIDE
Photographer:
Model:
ENVY
Photographer: Cake or Death Productions
Model: Claire
WRATH
Photographer:
Model:
DILIGENCE
Photographer:
Model:
CHASTITY
Photographer:
Model:
TEMPERANCE
Photographer:
Model:
CHARITY
Photographer: Jermaine Wallace
Model:
HUMILITY
Photographer:
Model:
HOPE
Photographer:
Model: Ben Bass P Layer
PATIENCE
Photographer:
Model:
****Photogs and Models I'm talking to but don't have assigned to a sin/virtue:
Ashely - Ashes Photography
Danielle Mikayla
Dune - Cake or Death Productions
Don - Don Wright Photography
Justin Carry
Bryce
Claire
Danielle
"Seven" participant agreement
"Seven" Participant Agreement
This is a non paying gig. All parties work for print
Model:
You will receive a CD of the best 10 images edited with a watermark/logo on it. The images are NOT to be altered, edited, or used for any other reason than self promotion. If you would like a copy of the final print of the book, then you must pay a publication and print fee. If you want more images or to have the logo removed, you must contact the photographer for his/her prices.
Photographer:
All photos/images are copyright and property of the photographer. When photos are ready, present your CD of the best 10 edited images to the director. You MUST put a logo on the image for it to be used in the book. When it is finished, you will receive a copy of the finished book.
Director:
You are responsible for collecting the images from the photographer and giving them to the model after you have chosen which images to use. You are responsible for giving a copy of the book to the photographer. The photos are to only be used in the book and only enough books for all photographers and the director will be published. This is for self promotion only. Any additional books must be approved by all photographers and they must receive compensation for use of their photos.
This is a non paying gig. All parties work for print
Model:
You will receive a CD of the best 10 images edited with a watermark/logo on it. The images are NOT to be altered, edited, or used for any other reason than self promotion. If you would like a copy of the final print of the book, then you must pay a publication and print fee. If you want more images or to have the logo removed, you must contact the photographer for his/her prices.
Photographer:
All photos/images are copyright and property of the photographer. When photos are ready, present your CD of the best 10 edited images to the director. You MUST put a logo on the image for it to be used in the book. When it is finished, you will receive a copy of the finished book.
Director:
You are responsible for collecting the images from the photographer and giving them to the model after you have chosen which images to use. You are responsible for giving a copy of the book to the photographer. The photos are to only be used in the book and only enough books for all photographers and the director will be published. This is for self promotion only. Any additional books must be approved by all photographers and they must receive compensation for use of their photos.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Poverty
I constantly think of descriptions, events, story lines, and other ideas then go on to make grandiose ideas for a book or play. Time to start put those grandiose ideas into works of art :). I plan to write down every thing...all my ideas for every idea. Eventually it will turn into something.
So here's the first of it. My dad and I call these "shower thoughts" when we have our brilliant ideas in the shower, but forget to write them down. I was thinking of a poor woman and her child. How she coped with the stress of our worst enemy...money. Lets see if I can remember everything.
"...It took everything to keep from tearing up. Her back hurt from the phantom weight on her shoulders. She stared at the glass in her hands, another good cup chipped. Chipped dishes can give you food poisoning, she'd heard. There's no money in the budget for new dishes, though. Their towels were worn down to threads, barely getting them dry. They could double up, but that meant double the laundry, which meant double the water, and double anything is double the money.
The rent, the food, the water and the power. Those were crucial, in that order. She had a generator if they cut the power, and the creek was just a few steps away. Food stamps help, but rent's always a bitch. Still, her child was not going to school dirty, hungry, or cold. He'd have a roof every night, and she had her mind to do everything it took to keep it that way.
So here's the first of it. My dad and I call these "shower thoughts" when we have our brilliant ideas in the shower, but forget to write them down. I was thinking of a poor woman and her child. How she coped with the stress of our worst enemy...money. Lets see if I can remember everything.
"...It took everything to keep from tearing up. Her back hurt from the phantom weight on her shoulders. She stared at the glass in her hands, another good cup chipped. Chipped dishes can give you food poisoning, she'd heard. There's no money in the budget for new dishes, though. Their towels were worn down to threads, barely getting them dry. They could double up, but that meant double the laundry, which meant double the water, and double anything is double the money.
The rent, the food, the water and the power. Those were crucial, in that order. She had a generator if they cut the power, and the creek was just a few steps away. Food stamps help, but rent's always a bitch. Still, her child was not going to school dirty, hungry, or cold. He'd have a roof every night, and she had her mind to do everything it took to keep it that way.
Our rythm
In the distance a train rumbles.
It's whistle blows loud for us to hear.
With my head on your chest,
I listen to the music of your heart
In sync with the turning of the wheels.
Over our heads a plane soars by,
So low, almost shaking the windows.
The riders above prepare to land
While we chow in silence watching a movie.
Just our mouths singing in harmony with the metal bird.
I wake in the middle of the night to
the sirens of some emergency vehicle.
My hand rides your chest up and down and
I subconciously alter my breaths to match yours as
I quickly fall back asleep to make the morning come faster.
We wake up to "That's mine" and "I'm hungry".
The hustle begins, skillets frying, toys crashing.
I hear you putter around downstairs and know this is home.
I groove to the syncopation of our lives and everything around us.
I say to myself "This is it, I can hear it"
***two very key points. A...the sounds are noises usually considered annoying and B...each stanza gets longer through the poem. You can figure out why for both I'm sure :) Thanks for reading
It's whistle blows loud for us to hear.
With my head on your chest,
I listen to the music of your heart
In sync with the turning of the wheels.
Over our heads a plane soars by,
So low, almost shaking the windows.
The riders above prepare to land
While we chow in silence watching a movie.
Just our mouths singing in harmony with the metal bird.
I wake in the middle of the night to
the sirens of some emergency vehicle.
My hand rides your chest up and down and
I subconciously alter my breaths to match yours as
I quickly fall back asleep to make the morning come faster.
We wake up to "That's mine" and "I'm hungry".
The hustle begins, skillets frying, toys crashing.
I hear you putter around downstairs and know this is home.
I groove to the syncopation of our lives and everything around us.
I say to myself "This is it, I can hear it"
***two very key points. A...the sounds are noises usually considered annoying and B...each stanza gets longer through the poem. You can figure out why for both I'm sure :) Thanks for reading
Hands in my pockets
“With my hands in my pockets”
With all the craziness, confusion, and conflict
I just want my head to stop spinning
For twenty, ten, or even just two minutes.
The cattiness below me mixed with the confusion beside me,
I’m desperately seeking clarity!
I’m desperately seeking the contrivance to clear the fog.
Which way is left and how do I get right?
I hear voices…I know I’m not alone,
But in this fog, there’s no cerebral stimulus
No friend to comprehend
All cloaked in the fog, to busy with ourselves.
So, lonely and chaotically I walk
Lost and confused.
I’m most confused though at the hands
All the hands that reach for me, but
Why are my hands still in my pockets?
I’m really not sure.
I think I’m strong and courageous, I guess.
I need no assistance, but
I’m pretty much scared shitless.
Yet here I persist
With my hands in my pockets.
With all the craziness, confusion, and conflict
I just want my head to stop spinning
For twenty, ten, or even just two minutes.
The cattiness below me mixed with the confusion beside me,
I’m desperately seeking clarity!
I’m desperately seeking the contrivance to clear the fog.
Which way is left and how do I get right?
I hear voices…I know I’m not alone,
But in this fog, there’s no cerebral stimulus
No friend to comprehend
All cloaked in the fog, to busy with ourselves.
So, lonely and chaotically I walk
Lost and confused.
I’m most confused though at the hands
All the hands that reach for me, but
Why are my hands still in my pockets?
I’m really not sure.
I think I’m strong and courageous, I guess.
I need no assistance, but
I’m pretty much scared shitless.
Yet here I persist
With my hands in my pockets.
Kshh
Here it comes
Starts out slow 'n steady
You're groovin, groovin, groovin
You're movin, movin, movin
Tap your foot
He beats his drum
Tum tum tum
Snap your fingers
He hits the cymbals
Kshh kshh kshh
Now it's getting deeper
Shake those hips, baby
Sway your waist
The guitar man strums his chords
Its in your shoulders now
Clicka-clicka-clack, clicka-clicka-clack
It's gotchya now
No, dont fight it
No one does
It's only human nature
Get on the floor
Getchya som'ore
Tum kshh tum tum kshh
Now it's got control
Head to the toes
Bodies movin, Ladies groovin
Close your eyes
See the waves
Ride the notes
And smell the pheromones
Clicka clicka clack clack
Grab your partner
Make it hot
Slide together
Throw up the lml*
Tum kshh kshh tum tum kshh
When its over the gloom spreads
But look in the corner
There he shreads
The one that dances to the music in his head
click clack
tum tum kshh
click clack
tum tum kshhh
~Mona P
*smbol for rock
Starts out slow 'n steady
You're groovin, groovin, groovin
You're movin, movin, movin
Tap your foot
He beats his drum
Tum tum tum
Snap your fingers
He hits the cymbals
Kshh kshh kshh
Now it's getting deeper
Shake those hips, baby
Sway your waist
The guitar man strums his chords
Its in your shoulders now
Clicka-clicka-clack, clicka-clicka-clack
It's gotchya now
No, dont fight it
No one does
It's only human nature
Get on the floor
Getchya som'ore
Tum kshh tum tum kshh
Now it's got control
Head to the toes
Bodies movin, Ladies groovin
Close your eyes
See the waves
Ride the notes
And smell the pheromones
Clicka clicka clack clack
Grab your partner
Make it hot
Slide together
Throw up the lml*
Tum kshh kshh tum tum kshh
When its over the gloom spreads
But look in the corner
There he shreads
The one that dances to the music in his head
click clack
tum tum kshh
click clack
tum tum kshhh
~Mona P
*smbol for rock
Get over it
Get over it
Getting over it
Moving on
Look towards the future
Just forget it
There are bigger fish in the sea!
I don’t know where the big fish are though
It’s not as easy as get over it
Time is all that can or will heal my mending heart
That’s been broken into pieces so smallI think its glitter
There’s the silver lining…my heart turned to glitter
Physical wounds hurt
But they fix themselves
You don’t do anything but take the meds.
The mental wounds…now those hurt!
They don’t just fix themselves either
The meds you get for aches and pains
Work the same for the mental and physical
You only get temporary relief
Good for the physical since it goes away
Bad for the mental…do I really want to fuck myself?
How else can I cope?
The drugs don’t work, nor does the alcohol
It helps and feels good
But when it wears off
I feel naked in front of the crowd
Hours in my bed
Fetal position
Wet eyes, soaked pillows, my son wants to play
I don’t know how anymore
This pain just hurts so bad!
I didn’t do this to me.
He did!
My mind is scattered just like my words and phrases
I’m lost and wondering aimlessly!
How do I separate from this surreal world
I didn’t do this but I have to fix it?
WTF??
Okay, so how?
Do I keep crying? It hasn’t worked so far.
Who am I supposed to talk to?
Its my problem, not theirs.
Looks like I’m supposed to wait
So I do
And it takes time
I hope it doesn’t take too long….
~Mona P.
Getting over it
Moving on
Look towards the future
Just forget it
There are bigger fish in the sea!
I don’t know where the big fish are though
It’s not as easy as get over it
Time is all that can or will heal my mending heart
That’s been broken into pieces so smallI think its glitter
There’s the silver lining…my heart turned to glitter
Physical wounds hurt
But they fix themselves
You don’t do anything but take the meds.
The mental wounds…now those hurt!
They don’t just fix themselves either
The meds you get for aches and pains
Work the same for the mental and physical
You only get temporary relief
Good for the physical since it goes away
Bad for the mental…do I really want to fuck myself?
How else can I cope?
The drugs don’t work, nor does the alcohol
It helps and feels good
But when it wears off
I feel naked in front of the crowd
Hours in my bed
Fetal position
Wet eyes, soaked pillows, my son wants to play
I don’t know how anymore
This pain just hurts so bad!
I didn’t do this to me.
He did!
My mind is scattered just like my words and phrases
I’m lost and wondering aimlessly!
How do I separate from this surreal world
I didn’t do this but I have to fix it?
WTF??
Okay, so how?
Do I keep crying? It hasn’t worked so far.
Who am I supposed to talk to?
Its my problem, not theirs.
Looks like I’m supposed to wait
So I do
And it takes time
I hope it doesn’t take too long….
~Mona P.
Betrayal of a Sister
The Betrayal of a Sister
You said blood was thicker than water.
You said you loved me more.
You told me you would be there.
You said you’d pull your weight.
I believed you like I always did.
I forgot your dreadful past.
I gave you my trust again.
I gave you a bed and roof.
They told me I was crazy, the water that is.
They told me the love me.
They said they hope the best for us.
They said they’d always be there for me.
I told them I know what I’m doing.
I said I could handle it.
I told them you had changed.
I told them our blood was thicker than water.
You only lasted a week.
You only cared for yourself.
You started telling lies.
You went too far past the line.
I cried and cried and cried.
I hurt to the depths of my soul.
I watched my blood run.
I told you to go.
They were there like they said.
They held me up when I started to fall.
They let me make my mistake and
They never said I told you so.
I have moved on from you.
I have them.
I have watched my blood run.
I have watched my water stand.
You are not welcome in my home.
You are not my sister any more.
You cannot undo this bun.
You will not hurt my soul.
I will not make these mistakes again.
I will not listen to the blood.
I will hear my water and let them help me.
I will move on and love them more.
~Mona P.
You said blood was thicker than water.
You said you loved me more.
You told me you would be there.
You said you’d pull your weight.
I believed you like I always did.
I forgot your dreadful past.
I gave you my trust again.
I gave you a bed and roof.
They told me I was crazy, the water that is.
They told me the love me.
They said they hope the best for us.
They said they’d always be there for me.
I told them I know what I’m doing.
I said I could handle it.
I told them you had changed.
I told them our blood was thicker than water.
You only lasted a week.
You only cared for yourself.
You started telling lies.
You went too far past the line.
I cried and cried and cried.
I hurt to the depths of my soul.
I watched my blood run.
I told you to go.
They were there like they said.
They held me up when I started to fall.
They let me make my mistake and
They never said I told you so.
I have moved on from you.
I have them.
I have watched my blood run.
I have watched my water stand.
You are not welcome in my home.
You are not my sister any more.
You cannot undo this bun.
You will not hurt my soul.
I will not make these mistakes again.
I will not listen to the blood.
I will hear my water and let them help me.
I will move on and love them more.
~Mona P.
You
"You"
I sat cozy in my corner
watching our friends goof off.
Our buddy leaving the next day
none of us want him to go.
I noticed you were sitting quiet, too.
You're so handsome with your
baseball cap, summer tan,
Army and frat tattoos.
All night long I would steal
Glances of your and your smile
wondering about the privy
Encounters we could share.
Taking opportunities to sit by you,
Smiling and twirling my hair...
Asking questions to keep you talking
Though I'm so deff I could hardly hear.
With all the camotion
I just wanted to look at you.
All the chatter,I just wanted to talk to you.
Party ended and we split our ways.
At home in bed all I see is your face,
Wondering when I'll see you again,
Wondering if you feel the same.
Clarification:
I wrote this about a friend of many of my friends. I was attracted to him but didnt want to stir things up in my circle of friends. The setting is at a bar while we were partying before Robert went back to Iraq. I ended up actually dating this guy for a small period of time. He was a total ass but I think the poem is beautiful so I wanted to share.
I sat cozy in my corner
watching our friends goof off.
Our buddy leaving the next day
none of us want him to go.
I noticed you were sitting quiet, too.
You're so handsome with your
baseball cap, summer tan,
Army and frat tattoos.
All night long I would steal
Glances of your and your smile
wondering about the privy
Encounters we could share.
Taking opportunities to sit by you,
Smiling and twirling my hair...
Asking questions to keep you talking
Though I'm so deff I could hardly hear.
With all the camotion
I just wanted to look at you.
All the chatter,I just wanted to talk to you.
Party ended and we split our ways.
At home in bed all I see is your face,
Wondering when I'll see you again,
Wondering if you feel the same.
Clarification:
I wrote this about a friend of many of my friends. I was attracted to him but didnt want to stir things up in my circle of friends. The setting is at a bar while we were partying before Robert went back to Iraq. I ended up actually dating this guy for a small period of time. He was a total ass but I think the poem is beautiful so I wanted to share.
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