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During lockdown whilst I was unemployed for a moment, I took up some new habits. The pressure to be productive grew like a swarm of flesh-eating ants gnawing at my body, but at the same time, all I wanted to do was Netflix and chill.
And so, I started to play catch up on all of the series and films I hadn’t had the chance to watch and stumbled across some new guilty pleasures.
One series, in particular, was a Columbian series called Sin Senos No Hay Paraíso which translates as Without Breasts There Is No Paradise.
It’s a melodramatic telenovela about narco culture, but what makes it stand out is that stories also center around sex curses, voodoo, Santeria, magick and the occult. In hindsight, it’s not your usual crime-thriller series.
Inspired by this, I decided to create my own Bollywood Wives melodramatic telenovela-inspired music video with some friends. We made it in one short afternoon and shot on a mobile phone. Thanks also to Koupzkami for the track.
I’ve written more about it in detail on my blog here, but the video itself can be viewed in this newsletter only, enjoy!
Cinematographer: Grace Rai Lee
MUA Designer/Starring: Sammm Agnew
Every now and then we all fall out of friendships, some call it the ‘friend clearout.’
We either hurt people or they hurt us through their actions. We grow distant; the care that was once there dissipates through circumstance or a series of events.
Like any relationship, it can be difficult to accept these new realities. Sometimes, it’s also a big disappointment.
We see others, or they see us in a different light as our lives slide by one another and out of sync.
And, once we close that door, one can say there’s a great sense of loss and mourning. Or maybe even relief.
I recently lost my stepfather who raised me and I’m still processing this as we all do with loss and grief. But at the same time, it really helped me get my Johari Window groove on as I saw who my real friends were…as you do!
During this period, I was speaking with a friend and musician Paulo who’s been a great support. Paulo often takes long drives and records them.
When he showed me his footage, it really triggered a deep sadness within. The visuals seemed to emulate what I was going through, especially with my family loss running parallel with the loss of my friendships and those who I chose to distance myself from.
I asked Paulo whether I could use his footage to create a film and if he wanted to collaborate on an audio-visual project to which he was happy to jump on board.
I wrote a poem and edited his footage along with some shots of my own, and it provided me with great relief.
Anyhow, please see our film ‘Severed Ties,’ a recorded poetry film written, edited and performed by me, and a musical track written, performed and composed by Paulo. I’ve also added the poem in writing further below. Thanks All!
Come, come, come, come
Here, here, here, here
Winding lanes and dead-end paths
Looking forward and in the past
Wheels on gravel and burning tyre
Scorching flesh with evil truths
Searching night and weeping days
Back to dark yet seeking praise
Open arms and caring heart
Rejected blood and infectious laughs
Through me flows a sickening moral
Give it away or better store all
Where there's balance compassion seeps
Closing eyes yet not much sleep
Restless cause and helpless wanting
Friendships diminished and farewell hunting
Down those lanes and dead-end paths
The alleyway opens and swallows the past
Good, good, good, good
Bye, bye, bye, bye
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