So, instead of coming here and just putting up this video and then fucking off, I wanted to talk a little about what the actual fuck I am doing.
Amberley made a decision to combine poetry with something I have always wanted to do but never had the guts to give it a go… and that is stop motion animation.
This particular piece took… I dunno. I’m a mother. There is nothing I can do without being interrupted multiple times. How’s about you imagine drawing a 3 millimeter line very carefully, making sure the camera is in focus, making sure you are not in the shot, backing away, taking the photo then coming back to do it again… Six hundred and thirty two more fucking times!
On a completely unrelated note, my back and shoulders are killing me. Another unrelated note, I’m lying. They are related. My back and shoulders hurt because I did 633 reps of standing crunches and shoulder lifts.
But… I enjoyed it. I made something similar to what I had intended creating. I faced obstacles and fixed them without resulting to murder or sacrificing the innocent. And I am giving something a go that I have always loved and I am not completely dog shit at it.
So, here is Day 3 of Creeptober. HOLES.
Please don’t forget to go see what Byron over at Dried Ink Ribbon is up to. His horror poetry has been on point this season. Just wait until you see what he has instal for “Fingers” … it’s awful. I love it.