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A Small Must-See (Clip)

This is my favorite scene from the controversial film Padmaavat (which I completely loved).

First off, I love how romantic and sensual Indian culture and sensibility can be.

It’s in full celebration of the feminine in many ways.

So in their films they will include elements of attraction untypical on screen.

Notice how the King looks at the Queen in this scene, he is fully surrendered, taking in what looks like his ultimate pleasure (as things play out when a man is in love). Notice his touch, when it’s his turn in the ceremony.

With her we see her playful and trusting, and in the end fully surrendered as well.

There is some “other” really nice stuff in this film, but the dance of desire, reverence, and connection packed in this clip, is a gift on film, I’ve been waiting for.

 

And Another Gallery Crawl…

So my wonderful co-workers and I explored the Lower East Side recently…

A closer look at his works:
https://www.krausegallery.com/rodolfo-loaiza

Some of the works we saw there…
http://vanderplasgallery.com/artists/

Hope you found something to like also? And if you’re in the area (Lower East Side NYC, I recommend the galleries shown here). WE had a ball…

New Path?

This is the next thing I will be applying for to further my filmmaking abilities.

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Everyone has ‘tastes’ and ‘opinions’ so I have no idea if I have a true ‘chance?’ But – what else am I doing? My mother is deceased, my father still alive, but the remnant of the friendship I’d forged with them is barely in existence now due to his own illness.

So I’ve been trying to tackle all my mother thought would serve the daughter she raised. She wanted me to have some fashion of relationship, a career, lifestyle that wasn’t so much of a hustle.

I was frozen for some time after her death, but grief counseling helped me remember that I didn’t die with her. So in the last couple of months I’ve picked up my tools again.

I took an animation class so I could get a head start on a newer project, paid off another directing intensive which starts next month, signed up for a fundraising webinar and online class, and now will apply for the above, which could take me to the city I recently decided to explore for putting up my feature.

So, off to the application.

(Wish me luck.)

When the best is yet to come. #2. Wishlist.

The entire video is great. But the last dancer in it… is *very* special.

Cause Love.

 

There are so many stereotypes about Africans. We are too busy warring, or fighting poverty, or navigating brutal traditional customs, for love. This is the narrative most of the world is running about us.

Up close though, Africans and East Indians are the most romantic of peoples I’ve encountered. With the French being a close third.

If anything, I don’t find Americans terribly so. Maybe in small pockets.

And mostly because there is so much competing distraction in this culture, so much available to those dating, by way of exposure.

But all that exposure devalues the very thing we talk about as so special.

In fact I think if we all tell the truth, we will admit how transactional friendship, love, and sex, is here. It must bring perks and tricks with it, to deserve our time.

I posted this video because this couple’s love is rich, pure, and honest. Almost naive because it lacks the bankrupt positioning of a transactional edge, which is there in “nearly” every American based relationship I know.

Theirs is pure enjoyment and appreciation of one another.

And, it’s very moving!

It Lives in Me…

This is the legacy Marva and Ambrose (Sr.) left me, and I am proud of it.

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They were one another’s “love” and best friend, up to the month my mom entered the hospital a final time. For her last battle. May she rest in peace.

I remember the last kiss I saw them both have, full of love, and humored at my aim to make them both laugh during.

They had to maneuver their wheel chairs and lean beyond what was possible, to reach each other. So I said something like “Old age love,” framing the moment with the kind of crude humor you can have with people who are absolutely clear you love and admire them.

They kissed in that way, that transmits ‘I love you.’ And it was a really sweet moment between them. I remember it like yesterday.

I loved that moment.

And their love.

It’s a stain, on my life, in the best way.

And I know my mom and dad, wanted me to find someone of my own, like they each had. Someone to love me to my last days too. But this is a different time, where women hustle love and men status date. I’m grateful I was present to theirs, and one of my own once.

It’s enough.

SA House Big Fan

Black Coffee is incredible. His tunes place me in a trance I could remain in.

If you enjoy house/Trance, enjoy!

She Died.

Spirit obliterated, I continue on empty. Hallow. Devoid of meaning.

Poverty stricken in truth, earnestness, courage and love.

Navigating a mine field of struggling intentions, fleeting seconds after effort for their lack of anchor in life.

Now what I hate, incubating nothing but rootless idea.

Copyright@ 2017 Tanyeno Wotorson

From The Margins

I saw this video on Youtube today. It expresses a few points that run through my mind when submitting my work to festivals. Just the concept of people of color, indigenous, gay, or folks of age not being “relevant” in society therefore the film industry (we see this with the commonality of tokenism or the production of works which present narratives full of the typical perspectives people are comfortable with – over and over – instead of new presentations which present life on the spectrum as it is).

I’ve wondered when people read my works and see the multi ethnic ensemble inherent, if it turns them off a little (if they’re a judge from a community where they weren’t exposed to POC and prefer to keep things monochrome – buying into the societal imprint about that).

I do wonder if this impacts how the works are embraced during the submission process, about my ability to “place.”

Especially since I was asked by a producer once, if I’d consider making my black transgender character CISgender. And white. So it would be… “more accessible.”

I was troubled to say the least. This was one of my only interactions with the industry in my still hidden-away-land-of-obscurity, and to hear that come from her mouth was troubling indeed. I addressed it trying to communicate openly without reacting.

But it’s offensive and weird.

It’s like asking a slender person: can you plump up (cuz more people will like you), telling a punk or goth to dress more mainstream because people, telling a jovial person to kill it citing how people want to know you’ve suffered. It just crosses a line. And quite honestly I already consider how to make works digestible. I’ve taken out the fat, must I take out the meat too?

The point of the video was empowering for me as a creator of color. It was nice to know some people don’t think I need to go anywhere with it, other than where I am.