As you can see, I’ve been plodding along with this gorgeous little beasty… she has totally stolen my jaded old heart (: I couldn’t have written a cooler/smarter/more deadly little beast if I’d tried! Her zen-like fearless-ness/focus just slay me… all the more so because Dafne Keen is perfect in the role… sublimely perfect. I’d hoped to finish this series with a painting of Laura in full flight, claws out, blood everywhere… but that’s not to be. To get images to work from for these paintings, I have to pause the film on my computer (the iTunes films have protective intelligence that prevents screen captures) and photograph the paused image. All the fabulous/spectacular scenes of this little beast slaying bad guys are excellent, and she is excellent… too excellent, she is always moving, just like Creaturina, almost too fast to see, she’s always a lethal blur. I would especially have liked to illustrate the big, final fight scene… doomed Logan takes out most of the bad guys, having ordered Laura to stay behind him, but she runs right up his back, leaps over his head and slaughters a few herself! My kind of lethal little beasty!
I’ve started my next ‘Laura’ painting (:
This scene is about 2/3rds through the film. Laura has not spoken a word for the whole film, seemingly incapable/too feral to talk, all she’s done is scream and growl. Logan is dying, and Laura is having to help him more and more. The Mexican nurse who helped Laura and several other children escape the military experimentation facility she’d been ‘created’ in, is dead, the other children gone. Laura clings to a photo of those other kids, and the nurse, with their names on the back… all she wants to do is get to the co-ordinates where she believes the kids to be. Dying Logan thinks it’s all a hoax, and tells her he won’t take her there… Laura suddenly starts speaking (to Logan’s astonishment) in fluent Spanish, showing him where the place is on a map, he still says it’s a hoax, and he won’t take her there. She begins, furiously, to recite the names on the photo, faster and faster, in staccato Spanish, literally right in Logan’s face. She’s a gorgeous, furious, intense little (she’s just a kid, half the size of all the adults she has to face) driven beast, far more intelligent than her creators intended her to be, though every bit as lethal, and she’s just not capable of feeling fear. And she’s angry.
This is just a straight photo of textured reality, not a textural interpretation of reality. I’ve called it ‘Contemplation‘ because, a) I can just look and look at it, and, b) it makes me think of M C Escher’s Three Worlds, probably my most-liked of his works… this is the same situation as his lithograph… and that, in turn, made me think of Plato’s allegory where reality is shadows cast on a cave wall; so, of course, my contemplation of this physical (glass) interface between my internal and external environment, where the actual interface has shadows cast on it from things (monsters? omens?) I can’t see, and may never have seen… well, I guess you can get pretty deep contemplating the toilet window at 6:30AM a few days after the (southern hemisphere) Winter Solstice (:
Seri found this, yesterday… we just love this stuff! This is a wordpress blogger, who blogs about Second Life, and she is advertising her blog on the side of a van in SL… that’s so damned cool! This appeals to the designer in me on so many levels. The feedback loop of virtual/cyber reality colliding with real-world interactivity/participation, here, is fabulous, and genuinely thought-provoking… not to mention excellent advertising skills, the goal of which I am only too happy to facilitate (: