when you shoot a movie, you essentially make three movies.
you write one and, oh boy, does it look pretty on paper... it’s all in your head… a dream state… everything moves so fluidly, so uninhibited… it’s your world, unchecked…
then you shoot one…you fill your story in with faces… morphing text into bodies and bodies into text… faces you’ve never seen before… but find in your artistic and spiritual community... you come to them and they to you… when you need them and they need you…
and then you edit one… your movie turns into an unrecognizable form… at least during the early going… and then boom… you’re inspired to orphan your story… that cognitive archetype so loved, oh yeah… in the dark booth… the footage speaks: “oh surrender, my good friend…”… I’m mortal though… oh yeah…. I’m mortal, for sure...
…the marrow of Mismo did surface though... a feat only possible because of the indefatigable talents of Lorraine, Danny, and Jeff. There is no “I” in filmmaking… just look at the credits… lots and lots of souls interacting, sharing talents, sharing energy… boom… reality created…
… I met my film partners when I moved to San Francisco… I wanted to further my interest in storytelling… sounds so self-actualizing… but… we long for stories just as much as food… and sometimes more… storytelling reflects us back onto ourselves…
…we see our journey through the characters before us… we see and overcome our interiorized struggles by witnessing characters leap hurdles and slay dragons (okay, that’s the boy in the sandbox speaking)... then… wham… you see the characters (and your interiorized self) slipping out of the belly of the whale… a light beckons… the hero returns home from his journey… you return to your bodily mind with a newfound gift too…
no wonder we love storytelling… and no mythology is more powerful today on our temples of consciousness that representing our journeys to ourselves in the form of movies… we love visuals… we love them even more when they move before us… who would have thought… put twenty four pictures in front of me and watch what you see…
“…so Gino, what is Mismo about?”…. hmmm… I’m supposed to have a perfect pitch line… the grocery line kind, you know… the kind that woos the mortal makers of movies… but I do know what we have…
…we have stories upon stories breeding together… born out of human connectivity… to take God’s eyes… give them to you for a moment… and watch what we do today… the most simple tasks… knocking on a door… buying coffee… walking home… sets in a motion the maker’s bodies…
…our bodies, I mean, our heads… so caught up in… consumed by internal dialogues… seeing just one-dimensional space… acting as if our decisions begin and end with us… not knowing that today’s effect was yesterday’s cause…
we are all complicit… nobody can opt out… we are caught in an ecological web of causal social relations… unbeknownst to us… until we are affected… wondering what just hit us…
our fellow humanity hits us… no fault of anybody... most are not evil by nature… just frequently mistaken… it’s in the commerce of our mistakes... that we come face to face with our brothers and sisters… sometimes dramatically, sometimes tragically… whatever the case though... we inevitably learn that as much as we think we are different…we are all the same too… Mismo.
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