If you ever heard my dad describe a sunset, you never would have looked at another one the same way. He loved every single sunset like it was his last. So cinematic. Dramatic. I inherited that shit. Ten fold. And it sucks lol. It’s pervaded my existence. Contributed to a melancholy. Every memorable memory I have is washed in dramatic light. Sometimes I don’t recall anything from an experience other than the lighting. The first WORD I spoke was light 😂 It’s also why I hate noon. The most boring, least dramatic time of day. Anyway… here’s a watercolor I did a little while ago and just forgot to post. “Rabbit’s Moon”. 5”x7” on paper. I first saw this short film - by Kenneth Anger - in a “secret room” at Versailles restaurant in Miami, fittingly with the @secretcelluloidsociety 🦉 My friend played it before a showing of “White Zombie”. I was transfixed. I couldn’t tell you much else about the night other than this part of the film (maybe the food too). The Pierrot clown. The magick lantern. The moon. So cinematic. Dramatic. Melancholy. (Pretty sure it’s on YouTube if you’re curious) 🐇🌝 #kennethanger #kennethangerfilms #rabbitsmoon #magicklanterncycle #cinematic #watercolorpainting #archespaper #niteowltheater #secretcelluloidsociety #versaillesmiami #missyoudad (at Fort Lauderdale, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClA_7Ovu7Rv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
