thewaterling: (CraftyWitch)
2009-11-20 11:11 am

Want to Create!

A while back I posted a poem about a piece of imagery that'd been seating itself in my brain. Well it's been coming back to the forefront of my cranium lately, and I'd really like to see it executed in photographic frame.

I could petition the maker of Zach creations to possibly loan me a pair of his gauntlets... I could see if my (prospective), light-haired, elven-looking model might have a decent pair of care-worn bluejeans (or leather pants, possibly) as well as the appropriate boots (something tall, strappy, and weathered-looking- preferably brown or -very- worn black that's gone a tattered grey). If not, I'm almost sure I could find something at either Unique, or as a loaner through the local goff community... And no doubt I could find a loaner staff or makeshift scepter if the photo ended up calling for it- but I don't think it will...
All proper credits would be given fully to any contributors, and if it all worked out & the piece was displayed, I'd absolutely put them on my links pages, as well as list them anywhere else that the piece would be displayed. :) (Yay publicity! ;D)

I could do the body art myself, as well as the hair design using some autumn leaves, a fancy elven-looking headpiece of mine (or someone else's as a borrow, if necessity required), and do the makeup myself as well (for ears, effects, etc.). I could very potentially use some extras to fill in the the small, background roles of the vagabonds and different passers by (like the woman w/a shopping cart and some rich blond w/a tackily loud fur coat), and I'm unsure of whether I'd ghost him in on his between-escalators-stair-made throne at the center of everything or not... ...

Hmm.... Hmm..... Hmmmmm....

All I'd need from there is a better camera, and the ability to use a local subway station for a bit...
-I wonder how impossible getting that would be....

..And lighting.

...
So.. is there a role, job or permanent occupation out there for someone who thinks up dramatic tableaus for a living? A set designer? Window dresser? Photographer's assistant..??
I have no idea... But I know I can't just draw this- (well, not to the level of realism, naturalism and expansive scope or detail that I'd want, anyway... I'd have to do a room-sized piece, and that's just not possible.) It'd be great to piece this together, though. :) Maybe I could recruit some friends, borrow some fancy equipment for an afternoon, gather up all I'd need, and get this done.... ?? :D:D


Addendum: "And the base goes like this:"


This li'l sketchlet should give you the absolutely, most basic idea of what I'm talking about, here. (Of course, there would be more background scenery on the sides, as I'm thinking this would have to be something like a rather panoramic view. Perhaps a rather large image.. too even- like poster size at least to be able to get the scale & grandeur, and still maintain the detailed focus on him that I want. Moreover, I'm thinkin' I'm going to keep him and the background as the solid elements in the image, and make the passers-by the ghosted ones. This should be pretty easy to do with either real film or digital film layering (as I'd shoot him first, and then all of the other people a few times with, and ten maybe a few times more after), so I'd keep the vagabonds, black-carted bag lady & other traveling people more "ethereal," w/his presence presenting as the more concrete....

..And I suppose I could use a gent w/darker hair... But he would -have- to be able to pull off a certain disheveled, haughty arrogance, and the lax regality of the character- as well as have super-pale skin. (Which we're probably still going to ashen, somewhat.) Plus, he'd still need to be the thin-but-leanly-muscled type some people call "wiry." Long hair is preferable for ease of production...but hell.. at this rate I could possibly also just use a [GOOD] long wig and make it all disheveled and ratty-tatty/dready like I'm picturing, too....

Ahh, so many ideas!! I think I'm going to have to make this happen.
-Perhaps a call to WMATA is in order....
-And maybe a notice to CraigsList after some specific preparations... ^_^
thewaterling: (I can always dream...)
2008-07-31 11:34 am

King of the UnderWorld

I've had this idea in my head for sometime for a piece of art I've been wanting to do.  It's been itching at my brain a lot lately, and since I can't exactly get the piece done at the moment as I'd like, I thought I'd come up with a little piece of writing to describe him instead... 

King of the UnderWorld

And there he sits,
an Elven king,
perched high
atop his throne,
mighty lord,
surveying all he sees-
regent of the subway lines...
The UnderGround, his home.
...

Lord of rats and skittering things,
a vagabond or two,
a homeless woman in a blackened cart,
and while you're there, he lords o'er you.

Metal cars go streaming past
like screeching bean-sidhes in the night,
while passersby linger & move ever on,
oblivious of his Majesty's sight.

Upon a stairwell never used,
for what reason none quite knows why,
His Lordship makes his humble roost,
Sheltered from rain, and sun and sky.

For he is the Lord of the UnderGround,
the Master of all he sees,
and he owns all the tunnelways, rail stations and tube-cars,
We all merely come and go by his leave.

Yes every vagrant and traveller, socialite & tramp,
Every businessman, fop, boy and girl,
Passes through the railways as His Lordship allows it,
For we are only sojourning subjects within His World.

This his crown of found objects,
That sits atop his high, chiseled brow,
Encircling tendrils of light, flowing locks,
And his frowning, eloquent mouth.

He sits in the center of the stairwell,
Long white hands gripping the rails of his throne,
As the escalators move people unseeing,
And his lordship reigns, all alone.

His clothes are rugged & care-worn,
With torn blue-jeans and strapped leather boots,
While on his arms rest long metal gauntlets,
His chest bare but for ancient tattoos.

And there he is, and always will be,
The Lord of the great UnderGround,
Reigning over his Kingdom, unheard and unseen,
All alone..  Well- at least, until now...