Segments Like A Centipede

This weekend after an extended, and somewhat difficult, hiatus from editing NAKED PREACHER LADY, I got back into it and I think I’ve figured it out. I did not feel as if I were stuck in quicksand anymore. I could see things clearly. The muck and mess had congealed, dried, and flaked off revealing a jagged yet harmonious form beautiful in its inconsequential symmetry.

It was easy to see a few little hangnails and I quickly cut them off. The story and the subject are rough and edgy and in no way am I going to soften that or translate it for the average viewer. But I was having difficulty pinning down the internal logic and rhythm of the piece. Something was always off and clunky. But I figured it out. It’s like segments of a centipede, each piece contributing to a strange and impressive whole. I lined it all up. Instead of hiding the imperfections, I highlighted them. Then the imperfections receded. It’s a strange alchemy.