Dream Concepts
Feature Films &
Metallic Dimensions
Animations
Looking out the window as the rain fell. Wind beckoned, as music filled the room, with emotions, from the keys, that lifted them. Tears started to well, as blurred visions, became distorted memories. Memories that came with the wind and disappeared in the rain...
Pearls from Asia
Submerging in one world, to surface to a new one. The ancient culture of Asia is reborn. As the wind brings from one life to the next, a new beginning, life shows new ways of survival. A young woman, after losing her family, is sent to live with next of kin. In a different world, then the one she knew. Once submerging into the world under the water's surface, finding her true home. A place where time stood still, just long enough for her to have a moment of peace, to mourn the loss. Surfacing in the winds of time. Reflecting through the emotions that carry the past. The currents carrying the tides, with them, bringing a love of both youth along with tradition. Understanding from the depths to the peeks, love for the first time...…………
The story (House of the Pouring Rain), is a story that I channeled from deep in my mind. A place that comes to me in my dreams. I know the characters because I am a part of them. Mainly the pianist. A ghost that lives in a shell, a place that is home, yet a recurring stagnation in time.
Looking out the window as the wind and rain beckoned, the notes, from the keys they left. Filling the air around me. Lifting me from the somber state, were all the emotions welled. Thinking about the moment that it happened. Hearing the wood crack as the bridge gave away. Feeling the suspended slow motion of the car as we slid through the opening, down to the rocky bottom. How the ice cold water entered the car window. Knowing that all the moments were locked in time, somewhere in the cold of winter. Wanting my dreams, that started the journey from the beginning. The moment I first met him, to the moment we saw the house, out in the country. The first time we drove through the area, seeing the autumn leaves with all the colors, reflecting off the waters edge, put me into a note, I never played before. All the old Victorian homes, gave the town a quaint appeal. It was the old wooden covered bridges, that really made me want to live and make memories, that I would savor. Tears, started to send burred visions, as the thoughts left. Turning my attention back to the keys on the piano, letting my feelings reach each one, with the emotions I felt. The music was like the wind and rain, it lifted with them, then slowed as they did. Flowing with the emotions, on the winds of the seasons. I knew that if I really stayed focused, that I could call him to me. Hoping that he would feel the beckoning, the longing for him to be home again. Not understanding why, after we died, that I was bound to the home that we bought after getting married. A home that was perfect, for the life we wanted, with each other. The life that so many dreamed of. One day a moment of happiness the next a shattered window, that could once be looked through, looking into your dreams...…………..
Dream Concepts
