out as the the "ChrisBridge" project for me. I made Chris Boden running
all over Marne county subjecting himself to abuse. He would jump off
of bridges, climb up onto dangerous places... whatever I wanted
Looking back, I now notice how much of myself there is in this film.
As of late, I'm a bit of a homebody. I don't really talk anymore
unless someone prods me to. I used to be the one with a whole lot
to talk about, but not much to say. Now I don't even do that. I've
become so withdrawn that friends, family, etc frequently ask "what's
wrong." At first I was like "DAMNIT.
If I'm not all happy and bubbly then people think there's something
wrong with me." I'm not really depressed, I'm just not excited
about anything. It's not like I'm upset over any one thing.
On the left, we have the now infamous "Three Arms Shot." In Deanna's
class people stopped watching the other films to talk about the
deep meanings and implications surrounding my use of a three-armed
protagonist. I sat there thinking "Where did
they get THAT?" Finally we rewound the tape, looked at it
again and everyone just laughed. Me, too, really. It KINDA does
look like there are three arms. It's just a shadow and a rock, though.
Really. Or is it?
I know it says "For Matt" at the end, but he's not dead like everyone seems to think when they see it. Matt is far from dead. He's more alive then I've ever been. I love Matt Cox, he inspires me creatively to levels I'd never reach without his presence in my life. And to think we tried not to be friends. (REALLY!) We had the chance to hang out countless times when we worked at Little Caesars together. It wasn't until a year or so later that I bumped into him at another pizza place. My first day on the job at Pizza Hut, my manager introduced me to Matt. Him and I just laughed, knowing full well that there were crazy times ahead in the future. We'd fooled around in a pizza place before and this job wouldn't be any different. One time, I filled the walk-in cooler with pizza boxes for Matt to clean up the next day. I wonder what he did with those? There wasn't really anywhere to store them, I wonder if he had to take them apart. HAHHA. I'm evil. Yeah, so I think I've said all I can say about this particular work. Thanks for reading...