Image and Word
Every story of mine starts as a series of images flickering on an internal screen. All of Me began with the image of a boy lost and alone in the dark, talking to the darkness and listening to the multiple voices that spoke back. A story in Washer of the Dead condensed around the image of hanks of hair flying in the dusk air above the roofs of an ancient city. Whisper in the Wind started with the image of a crumbling wall, cracks stuffed with papers that flew free in the wind like sudden butterflies.
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As I tease at the meaning of the images a story begins to form around them. I take long walks through the beautiful village of Moira and the story grows with each step. It could end up as a screenplay or a book. The choice is never mine. Each story comes with a ...