Footage
Waves hammering stone walls, gulls hanging in the vent. Footage.
I added a home for videos on the site.
I’m starting with waves hammering stone walls, gulls hanging in the vent, riders roaming just to ride and not a care was spent.
That was Weather in 2011.
I stitched together some random clips from that year in 2012 and called it Prelude. That was the first Weather video.
Here it is again, for the last time. But, it’s also the first time because this is my first draft with the sketched symbols and first song I used, “LCKR“ from Danzig’s Black Aria ii. The “final“ version had “The Morrigu” from Black Aria, and the weird art section had a Weather logo over a shot of some pelicans.
Prelude to what though? I still ask myself that.
It was like I stood on the edge of a cliff for a decade watching the waves below eat stone spires and swallow rocks so large I choked as they lodged in my imagination.
Now I’m trying to answer that question.
Old Chaos
“From down this black pit where my heart is sped”
My favorite translation of my favorite poem by Charles Baudelaire.
**De Profundis Clamavi**
*(From the Depths I Cried)*
Have pity, you alone whom I adore
From down this black pit where my heart is sped,
A sombre universe ringed round with lead
Where fear and curses the long night explore.
Six months a cold sun hovers overhead;
The other six is night upon this land.
No beast; no stream; no wood; no leaves expand.
The desert pole is not a waste so dead.
Now in the whole world there's no horror quite
So cold and cruel as this glacial sun,
So like old Chaos as this boundless night;
I envy the least animals that run,
Which can find respite in brute slumber drowned,
So slowly is the skein of time unwound.