it’s definitely not a chaos, at least that’s what i think. i always have, or make rather, these sequence of images, frame by frame, inside my head then i’ll be replaying it, like dailies, filtering all the unwanted shots and picking out the good ones. sometimes i make something good out of it, but not all the time. or maybe i was just out of good shots?
there is no script, it is all impromptu. so i don’t really know how the stories in my head goes or even end. but i like it—the spontaneity, the rawness, while my subconscious playing with it. that’s a good thing for me, i guess. for i need an escape, and i mastered it, disguise it through a flick.
but i don’t want it only in my head, i thought.