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poly_chromatic2013-10-07 05:11 pm
dignity_misery) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-10-07 05:11 pm
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067 x 760 // video // mirror mirror
[ It is a rare sighting of a calm Carla. She's sitting, perched on top of a wooden stool, paintbrush poised. The odd thing about the scene is that she's in front of a sink, which leads one to believe... she is probably painting on the mirror. ]
You know what you are.
[She has occasionally been notorious for her unsolicited advice, and here is another dollop.]
You don't forget. You see it, every single day.
[Hyper focused on her work, she doesn't take her eyes away from where she is blotting out whatever it is she sees in that mirror. She makes a few more strokes before she picks up the camera and turns it on the piece:]
[A brief showing before she gathers everything up, leaving the bathroom. It reveals her to be in her beach front flat today, and the many large glass windows have yet to be covered. If you have quick eyes or cleverly rewind, you can see the rotting woman in the reflections, little flashes of grey skin and sunken eyes, lank thinning hair.]
You're all ugly.
[Her tone doesn't suggest an insult but acceptance. And if you wish to hang around and watch, she sets up at her large two-paned sliding door and begins to paint there as well:]
You know what you are.
[She has occasionally been notorious for her unsolicited advice, and here is another dollop.]
You don't forget. You see it, every single day.
[Hyper focused on her work, she doesn't take her eyes away from where she is blotting out whatever it is she sees in that mirror. She makes a few more strokes before she picks up the camera and turns it on the piece:]
[A brief showing before she gathers everything up, leaving the bathroom. It reveals her to be in her beach front flat today, and the many large glass windows have yet to be covered. If you have quick eyes or cleverly rewind, you can see the rotting woman in the reflections, little flashes of grey skin and sunken eyes, lank thinning hair.]
You're all ugly.
[Her tone doesn't suggest an insult but acceptance. And if you wish to hang around and watch, she sets up at her large two-paned sliding door and begins to paint there as well:]