Change of seasons.
Loop after loop.
One more play.
Change of subject.
It is last post of Winter, next post will be at Spring.
Because of different circumstances, since December this blog was three times a week. This weekend I tried to organize my papers – not best idea. I found too much still not written ideas, even children's play from 2015 year's Christmas. Quotes on papers – awful lot of not made work.
I had some ideas how to make it work, but at first I need to try few of them.
And I understand – what I do is not enough. I need to return to daily post to make pressure of writing less.
If I will have more time I'll write a new text weekly. Spoiler alert – next post will be with tiny-tiny new story. I just can't help with it, so for me better to upload them, not accumulate. It is only one solution to make order in all that not yet written texts.
Not best ideas also was to check reference and inspiring pictures which I uploaded. Guitars, motorbikes, art-deco drawing, step by step master class how to make a ballerina from paper and boa for former operette singer. If it was cartoon, it will be opened door of room with stuff which fells on you, after which character quickly put it on place and with horror closed the door.
Sorry, need to return to my papers. Till Spring.
I can talk not only about what I do or plan to do in my creative work. I could change a subject and talk about what I read – now it is Agatha Christie's Nemesis.
Or what I watch. Last Saturday at last was uploaded and I saw “John Wick 2”. Pirates was good at their job. Quality was not HD, but good enough. Shadows of few spectators which were late, gave full impression of presence in movie theatre.
Now I have dilemma – to say what I want and as result make spoiler. It's not dilemma, it's verdict. Hope will be third part. I didn't like amount of time which was left to Mr. Wick. At some moment I even waited for Ennio Morricone's music and end of “Le professionnel”. Third part in Paris, as suggestion? Yes, I already invented few plots based on clues which possible to use. I can’t just watch and don’t think, fight in the plane I refused like too obvious. It’s always interesting to watch final work of other people’s mind.
Good that in film they showed that main hero needs guns and bullets. He is still a human, not machine to kill. He was on retirement before that. But managed to recover from injuries which were received in first part of movie, to receive new in second part. Some special assassin's health care service?
Capturing was character of silent killer, it was interesting idea. Relationships of killers with some respect to each other were intriguing. And all that party with guitar’s soundtrack!
I liked optimism that car could be repaired after first ten minutes of film. Peace? Was added few moments which explained connections and rules of this world. It won't be me if I didn't mention background with phone calls. Yes, it was such nostalgia for Matrix, amazing.
You will call me perverted, but in scene with pencil I was not properly compassionate. I was thinking how my hands are tired of sharpening pencils, which broke all the time during work (drawing). Sharp pencil is key to victory.
One more thank you for pirates, I saw a version with subtitles in English. I added few new words. Action level – didn't I mentioned Matrix, cool, impressive... Also scene with mirrors and text which accompany this scene. Yes, I retold all story, but I can't repeat all action work of Mr Reeves – watch it in cinemas, it will be legendary sequel.
And return to talks about art. Now I want to make pause in writing about fashion and return to art connected stories. Why? Art therapy or something like that. From where to start I didn't decide. Next time I will write which solution I choose. I want to create something not practical, some art forms. I need some experiment and later return to dangerous fashion world – it will be mystery play.
Today I upload one more play.
Enjoy your reading.
Play In the fire.
Today is nine days since grandfather's death. In our culture counts 9 and 40 days.
I wanted to write post about my memories. All is still fresh to remember.
What write about? That he, because of different circumstances, didn't even finished school. Than after years of war, when he was in army, and start to work, he returned to it. Finished school when was married, as result had two high educations and one special. That was took away all belongings and lands of his family and now in news we hear that another crime happened on that land, land with a lot of amber in it. Granite almost all already stolen.
To write that all documents about his family were buried in fire and when he need new documents, like adult, he didn't know day of birth, because wasn't left no one who remembered – first two weeks of February, like suggested neighbour. And he choosed date when he came for this document, sunny day of 5th of May.
Write about his honours?
Many years he was all the time invited at schools to tell stories about his past. Only thing I tried, that my school was priority among this visits.
To write that he loved his work. Obviously, till the end he asked questions about agriculture, what new ideas are in improving and make better harvest.
He visited conferences, wrote articles and talk, talk, had new ideas, long after retirement.
Most important, how to write and don't cry, it's impossible. I can't write family stories, now it's not enough time passed to be calm. It's difficult, really is. Painful that nothing could be changed, we missed him a lot.
I return to usual work schedule. I need some kind of routine, what to do, what to plan. I need to work, for thinking about something not connected with loss and grief.
In our country now are a lot of funerals, but most people try to live like nothing happens. It's easy to not pay attention on problems. Just time to time people are tired and asks when will be destroyed current situation. Plans have everyone, but than return back to slave life which proposed to us our beloved country.
It's not best climate to promote own work and increase chances to have my text on stage. I can't figure out with that promotion. I read articles, I don't really believe in power of social media, because haven't one. I know that my work is text and illustrations to it. Without text I will have nothing to promote, so I will start from beginning – text.
Loop after loop – is my work during preparing a play. I knit and crochet costumes.
I just made two bathrobe costumes, because it was interesting to create them such tiny.
For knitters is important what to watch, when knitting. To be correct – what to listen, when busy with loops.
Radio like first, undoubtful choice. I think now it's pandemic shadows of grey colour in cinema. I didn't see first part, who I am to judge. But our radio already answered with new joke. “Met two men. One asked other how he spend St.Valentine's day. - Wonderful. - Really. - Wife watched film. I came home, she met me in attractive lingerie and with rope in the hand. - Rope? - Yes. She said, take this rope, tie me and do what you want. - And you? - Tied her and went fishing.”
If you are interested, this film is on-line on different languages. I don't think that's best suggestion for knitting, but maybe for crochet. I didn't see first part, but I tried. Nobody faint about this confession? Sorry, but it was boring. I study structure of romantic comedy, all parts were in it. She fall in front of him, pattern which bring to us Κλεοπάτρα Φιλοπάτωρ with her carpet in front of Gaius Iulius Caesar. Since that time, man didn't notice you if you doesn't feel before him. They just didn't see in front of them, only on shoes level.
When was scene in cafe – boring, I started to remote. I don't remember every detail, but she bargained with him seriously. I saw computer and red car. Did he bought her completely? It was one payment or monthly? Or because of remote I didn't understand new idea of Cinderella, now Prince has rider. And like for remote too many scenes with open and close doors of elevators. I believe there was also some emotional journey, but it's only for people who wants to see whole film and second part also. And this symbol which she didn't notice, even if study literature - The Picture of Dorian Gray, too obvious.
Online is movie with Lego, I can't see this. They have so many different tiny figures, such potential for illustrations for texts. Yes, jealous.
If I have opportunity I would choose “John Wick chapter 2”. First of all – I watched first part. Really cool.
But lots of question I have about name of character – Баба Яга.
«Летучий корабль» 1979.
Приключения домовёнка Кузи. 1984
Why? Where is connection?
This is usual story, but than I remembered that was another work, and it was definitelly inspiration for writers, how I could forget.
Михаил Михайлович Жванецкий - монолог Баба Яга.
Here everything is correct, even man with not friendly character.
But I think pirates had difficult struggle – respect to work of Mr.Reeves and Mr.Fishburne or to made their work and put movie on-line. For now I didn't find it. I searched good. I already watched lot of videos made by fans. Now I would like to watch all this scenes in context of movie.
It is also movie not for knitting, but just relax, when have such mood. Deaths are not real and it's important, you are ready to forget them, live further. Cruelty is everywhere, but here main hero will stay alive. And like I read – spoiler alert – dog will stay alive also. Poor Daisy, Mr.Wick revenged you.
Now I listen on YouTube different educational videos and made clothes for characters. Somehow I am going further. I know that I am not in best humor, good that play was written before.
My pain and sorrow aren't quiet, so I need to write. I all the time talk with relatives, neighbours, friends of family. A lot of emotions, memories.
Funeral is painful with lot of tears, it's understandable. Support of people who cares can't be forget.
Problem with this day - St.Valentine's. Twelve years ago in that day was funeral of my father's mother. This year it was funeral of my mother's father. I really tried to be neutral to this holiday. I hated it. Were different feelings.
After funeral friend of our family said. “They united together in that day, like couple, in day of St.Valentine”. What kind of family's friend she is that I started doubt my emotions connected with that day. My grandpa with her father greeted her mother with her from maternity hospital. This year she is 60. Such kind of family, not by blood. I maybe need to give chance to this holiday. Both couples of my grandparents were united in that day. Such kind of dates impossible to choose. Maybe we don't know what is good or bad, until we didn't hear opinion of other people. Only time will show how it was.
In such circumstances were lot of memories. Not only about dead person himself, but about similar dates. 13 of February, also 12 years ago died mother's cousin and my father-in-god. Four women which were present at grandfather's funeral knew him and still remember him. “Such a pity, what handsome man he was and so kind.” Ladies (from 60 to 68 years) had dreamy smile remembering him (two of them already are widows). It was absolutely in style of my uncle, someone never change influence at people, even after death.
About grandpa all remembered that he loved jokes, always loved life. Illness left shadow of him. Less than year.
For now it's a lot of problems and I don't know how and when I will return to my work. As soon as possible, because I will be crazy of our reality. Death is horrible, of person who you loved, but our system – it's horrible for people who stayed alive, like it's not enough their sorrow.
When you wear black scarf, all around you start to tell stories which are connected with their recent experience in same situation. You just want to scream, when hear this. “You were such lucky, police and ambulance (new rule, no matter how old is person) came to your house after 1,5 an hour, usually people wait for 5 to 12 hours”. And papers, papers, every organization need different documents. Why not make it easy for people who are not in the best time of their life?
I even don't mention doctor who suggested him medicine for ten days, and he died after two. It's easy to be angry, because tears don't stop. As said our neighbour, almost blind “He passed too soon.” She is 96 now. Doctor of ambulance examined all what was in his history of illness from May of last year. And thoughtful conclusion - “biological death”, that's all, without details.
Most crazy part that few hours before he died I read aloud my new play, I always translate it for family. He was such relaxed.
We knew it could happened any time, but for this you can't be prepared. We all live with hope, try to be brave. It's sad chapter. Later I will upload play, it was written when grandpa was alive, it has humour and happy end. When hands stop shake I will make costumes. We stayed so we should live, make plans and hope.
Was such beautiful sunny day at funeral. White snow which sparkled and two names side by side, together, again, forever. Life make different stories, they are true and not equal to cheap holiday decorations.
Today quietly passed away my dear, beloved grandpa.
5.05.1927 - 12.02.2017
His suffering ended.
Revision is not fun part of work. Especially, first revision, all red.
But it is possible to add some pleasure in every day of life.
Today my post is about woman's desire. Men will be disappointed, but it's dark truth.
Bags, lot of bags. If we could forget about shoes, bag is main woman's desire.
Man could ask – which bag? Woman never asks that. We have no idea which exactly bag. Bag like state of mind. Bag for work, bag for study, bag for attractive discount, bag three in price of two.
I add some details to make forms more personal, close to my imagination.
I coloured each of them with pleasure. It's beautifully spend time. 36 bags, 36 is not number which perfect for woman. It's number which is not bad for woman's starting point.
Like 36 cakes with different taste and at the same time all with chocolate. Too much chocolate is bad, isn't it? Too much bags it's nonsense. Not always. I was such excited to adding images, that count them only when stop colouring. 36 – good work. But in play I have only 26 scenes.
I can't refuse bags, so it will stay like symbol, not like was tea-pots to my other play. Yes, play with guitar player. Before I learned how “cheat” fashion designers in drawing, I tried to draw everything myself. Now I could choose electric guitar. Draw everything on them the same way, they are more diverse in shapes, like bags. When I am writing it – ups, I invented new story, some mystery. It's unstoppable habit.
Bags are dangerous. Woman doesn't know where to stop, if she like this item. I can't name shop – 36 bags, it's not enough. So it will be necessary part of interior.
In this post will be some inside information and few private photos.
From story 3,5 of page I wrote a play in 29 pages, not bad in length.
I didn't manage to write hot love story. It ended in story with humour and warm feelings. Was too cold outside for enormous temperature.
Now it will be time for revision work. Grammar with never ending seduction to broke it. When you want to make compromise from what you have and what should be.
I don’t stop for a day, because of health conditions of my grandpa, I have no idea for how long it could be possible to work without pause. I count every day when I did something.
When play is finished, I know how many different settings I will need. This time I wanted to add some paper with different ornaments.
And all this treasure could be used in scrap booking, terrible destiny.
Promised private photos of backstage of work.
I just try what and how will look like together. It is not necessary that will end such way, because I need to work with costumes also.
What is perfect match? Who should tell it was right? What if every choice that we made change everything? Fate. If we will meet a soulmate should soulmate has some label that proves it. Or it could be meeting in the night dream that you remember throught years.
I write a play. You saw perfect outline. Clear, with everything correct. Ideal, unreal hero which should be good for mine main character. But girl get older after years when I wrote her. She doesn't want this son of the … not good woman. It should be perfect match. Spoiled boy with good girl. What she did, find other man. From where may I ask if I didn't create such character. Now I should add him, because without him story didn't move.
Good that as writer it is your choose. Not always characters listen to you. But aim of author to listen to characters. Now it should have moment of comedy of situation and it became jazz from story outline.
This power of writer to change who is best for perfect match is priceless. In real life changing of subject of desires and priorities could be doubtful. Every person will be scary if made proper decision. In real life there are a lot of people who know what is good for you and what is bad. And what is bad always have more reasons. But reasons which are credible for them. Because no one figure out what is comfortable for you. In real life you could listen to advice, change your mind, will be dissapointed more that you try than when you didn't try.
In writing is freedom which you have only when you fly in dream. And as writer I could advise my characters – try. Why not? It could be destiny, soulmate, wrong decision. Just make this step and I will write it. “Who can say where the road goes? Where the day flows? Only time... Who can say when the roads meet That love might be in your heart?.. Who knows? Only time.” (Enya. Only Time – amazing video)
Conclusion is only one. Even with planning outline I write how story goes, not how I predict it should be. And because of that every story is unique and I like my job.
After tiny rain on roads are slippery, but mine today's post is not about weather.
Every month have own decoration and this change of season is remarkable in shop's windows. Few brave already start to hide Christmas trees and New Year's decorations. What we have next? St. Valentin's days. Hearts, all red. Sometimes with that distracting still Christmas songs, but all will be in norm during few days.
And I am about to write story about murder. Also red, but with different meaning. Love is in the air, candies, all that.
In sleepless night I was thinking that I don't need to write a post about Groundhog's Day. Thinking who could be better suspect and remembered about tiny short story, enough romantic. I was proud of it more than ten years ago, even send it in women's magazine. They didn't publish it.
Based on memory I made few changes, like it. Thought which could be stage. Was excited and even write new outline.
Yesterday I read it with fresh head and with rereading text.
It's how it look now. I left only names.
It was good repeat of original story. Then I asked myself – it's all what you could do now with this story.
This is new outline. I kept scene which liked the most. I get that this scene was most important in this story. Whole story I changed, made it stronger and remove associations with Cinderella story.
Now I write about fashion, so I add bags like main business. Every woman love bags.
Story about murder I postpone. Add some romance in my schedule and till the end of February try to write this story. It's important to me, because I learned how to improve plot.
Was promised warmer weather but we still have winter. Dirty snow is everywhere. Ideal inspiration for outlining play about murder.
I know that on Monday uploaded new play. It was in previous month. I need to write further. Why? It's my way of life. Routine. And I want to know who is murderer in new story. All characters are suspiciously enough to me.
Outlines, I read few articles how to make it better. With their advises will be difficult. I examine few explanations for books, programs. I didn't understand all their story structures. Here like in cult – everything has some meaning. And you just lost clear picture.
Simple knowledge to begin somewhere. Not lost in the middle. And found way out in the end of your story is not for them.
After all of this advises there one wish – show piles of results. People believe in that like improving of craft, few like me found there new complicated vocabulary. Especially they like adjectives. But it's dangerous. I can't think how to write my simple outline, because my mind is still busy with their suggestions.
Still winter and I have no idea to put this story on hot summer days or on winter. Maybe in winter to not dissapoint myself, that my characters have more options to relax, when I should work.
I continue to put sketches of dresses, new play also will be connected with fashion.
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