One was the emergence of a stunning woman cycling between dream state on a hot summer day and relief from the humidity with the most delicious ice cream - the film's soundtrack of spoken word and African drum complimented it perfectly and allowed us to enter reverie. Another project was so innovative, relaxing, eclectic - rotating snail shells, scratches in the film turned to gorgeous imagery, a little comedy mixed in with the abstract. I was humbled by my fellow participants and their talent for artistry, directing, stop motion, interpretation, angles, shutter speed, close-ups and pans - the very images they chose to splice together.
Last night it hit me how lucky I was to make the one minute doc I did. Someone kindly commented that it was more human and diverse than I first described. Why? Collaboration. I realized that I had the fortunate experience to collaborate with those individuals who were portrayed in the film. Each man and woman decided what they wanted to tell on screen. They chose their actions, their recorded words and the message they wanted to present about being more than their social economic status - that poverty did not define who they were. Last night, I realized that even if I had screwed up the filming royally, I was still lucky to enough to intimately witness the unique passions and gifts that each of these individuals possess.
When I first started this project, I thought, naively and arrogantly, that making this film would help those who decided to participate. What I know now, is that it helped me. The brave subjects taught me the true message that I had only once slightly imagined. Where to go from here? To be humble and grateful for the experience.
Can't wait for the October official screening and the finished projects of the amazing AFCOOP one minute film posse!