Our Father

By on Jan 16, 2012 in Art - Video Production, Art - Visual, Blog, Gallery, Music

New Video by Anightowl

Late last week, someone who was very influential in my Life and became a close friend, was struck by a car, while crossing the street. He was on his way home to check on my dear friend, his wife, who was ill. His death was instant and painless, to him. Those who loved him and his family are left with the pain. For them, I grieve.

For them, I made the video, “Our Father” and this piece of art.

 

 

There Will Be Peace in the Valley

By on Jan 16, 2012 in Art - Video Production, Art - Visual, Blog, Gallery, Music

Some of you have expressed a desire to know my motivation’s behind the making of the videos that I do. I respect the request and am going to go back through the post’s and tell you where the “muse” came from to make certain videos.

This one is a little complicated, so I will start with it for the first explanation. The original intent was a request by a family member to make a video to be used at the New Orleans funeral of her husband, who had died quite suddenly. I’ve been to funerals in that city, and know that they are a little bit different, so in my artistic endeavors, made an effort to include things like the skeletons, rising from the earth through the clouds to heaven. Maybe there was a touch of humor there, but then, I always have a touch of humor in all my work, you sometimes have to really look to find it, but it is there, always.

The underlying reason that I chose this particular song, is that I am in an ongoing, very hurtful and very non productive discussion with my own siblings regarding some things that happened many years ago in our family. I discovered that, although they say not, there is no question that they do, in fact, still consider me the “black sheep” of the family, and are just now bringing up things that they assumed were happening so many years ago, twenty five to thirty years ago, to be exact. When I first read them, I wrote a fiery answer, which, as is my practice, I held and did not send. And then wrote another, again holding it. By the time I got to the third one, it was very short, kind and turned out to be a poem, which I will post here on this site one of these days.

I’ve received no response to the poetry, and probably will not, but in the writing, I learned to forgive her for the grudges that she has held for so many years, and learned that some things just are not important. Life is too short.

I do hope that this very small look into some of the things happening in my life, are helpful to you.

(c)g. abbey January 26, 2012