The Road to the Spear was such a visually striking journey. Some scenes are pure art.
The fire showed fear in her eyes when the hand was given to put the toys away and step toward what she must become.
The poetry of this shot. Are they outside the prison looking in, or inside the prison looking out at the lights? Beautiful. Wall of spears. Fence of spears. Letting go of the spear, far becomes near.
There is no going back. They choose their unknown. Don't look back.
Intervowen stories under the tree. Stories of lives, stories are life itself we weave and play out. (Shot is like they are somewhere outside of time. )
Weightless dancing inside the circles. Between life and death.
Attend you all to camera circling its way in and out of visions. Enter and exit. Start and finish. It really is such a small interval camera takes that it demands action, the one that opens the scene and the one that cuts the scene.
Beauty continues in all its myriad ways, ugly and painful, protective and defective, debts given and debts unpaid. She leaves.
Scenery changes, but pain remains on all the turned pages. She carries him. She is left.
She bows.
Precious things given. From my hand to yours. We value this sharing.
