During discussions about doing a video, he told her about how he watched her dancing. How he created a video of her dancing to a particular song. How wonderfully she moved.
It was a funny song, one of her favorites. Nothing that they had ever sung to before, and probably wouldn't. A complex layering of tempi, starting as a slow soft shoe and escalating into jazz.
He was usually loathe to play with his computer, even the software that allowed him to create things. BUt since this was a secret and a slight obsession, he was a fast learner. The tapes were edited and he even shifted the central image onto a third of the screen, so she could dance with herself. He added colors, until her body was an abstract swirl. It was like an old school version of a Romp Video from his band, but the techniques which dated those were smoothed out here. This was all line and shadow and sex. Timeless qualities.
The quality of the film stock was high. He was surprised at how expensive it looked. He even sighed when he thought of all the moments in his life he could have sculpted; all those brief projects which never even got off the ground, let alone had anything other than a few lost photos.
She loved it. So much, in fact, he wished he had saved it for her birthday. But that might have been putting too many expectations on the thing. And it might have caught her on a less generous day.
She was always afraid there would be a day when she'd stop dancing. (Either her physical or mental side would let her down, she was never sure which would fail first) She was glad to have such a beautiful document of the amazing things she could do once inspired.
He was glad to have something of her to look at on cold nights in the Farmhouse, when he knew that there were few people in the world who didn't hate him. And that maybe she was still out there dancing somewhere, even if it was without him.
*The Lover's Revolution by Iron and Wine
It was a funny song, one of her favorites. Nothing that they had ever sung to before, and probably wouldn't. A complex layering of tempi, starting as a slow soft shoe and escalating into jazz.
He was usually loathe to play with his computer, even the software that allowed him to create things. BUt since this was a secret and a slight obsession, he was a fast learner. The tapes were edited and he even shifted the central image onto a third of the screen, so she could dance with herself. He added colors, until her body was an abstract swirl. It was like an old school version of a Romp Video from his band, but the techniques which dated those were smoothed out here. This was all line and shadow and sex. Timeless qualities.
The quality of the film stock was high. He was surprised at how expensive it looked. He even sighed when he thought of all the moments in his life he could have sculpted; all those brief projects which never even got off the ground, let alone had anything other than a few lost photos.
She loved it. So much, in fact, he wished he had saved it for her birthday. But that might have been putting too many expectations on the thing. And it might have caught her on a less generous day.
She was always afraid there would be a day when she'd stop dancing. (Either her physical or mental side would let her down, she was never sure which would fail first) She was glad to have such a beautiful document of the amazing things she could do once inspired.
He was glad to have something of her to look at on cold nights in the Farmhouse, when he knew that there were few people in the world who didn't hate him. And that maybe she was still out there dancing somewhere, even if it was without him.
*The Lover's Revolution by Iron and Wine
No comments:
Post a Comment