Conan the Barbarian (1982).
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When I reach for stars in the cold galactic night
My hands, they pass into their ever fading light
And when I scrape the deep end of the Universe’s well
My fingers bleed from shattered bulbs of lanterns that have fell
For The Beings are cruel with their tricks of travelling flame
They cast the line and wait for fish…
For them to bruise and maim.
(c)2013 Westland Armitage
This one goes out to whoever’s out there; you are not undervalued, and to the few who actually give a damn, I thank you for taking even the slightest interest in just another amateur auteur, fulfilling his obsessions with flights of visual and aural fancy.
It’s all about the water finding its level…simply doing my thing.
I’m just beginning to emerge from some pretty dark days, and now it’s time to mend.
BIRDS was the right film at the right time…the most cathartic experience for me as a filmmaker. I have no solutions right now, but at least that’s an answer. It will just have to do for the moment.
Also did a couple of erotic sketches, THE DEVIL, and UNTITLED EROTICA, No. 8. I always find solace in the female form…my favorite drug.
Outside of the possibility of a couple of photo projects (along with some festival promotion for BIRDS), nothing else is on the horizon for this year, although I am entertaining the idea of dipping the toes in the Yellow River…the Italian Giallo seems to be my fixation at present time…concepts collide with no real acceptable hybrid right now, but it always works itself out in the end one way or the other. In a perfect world I could start shooting next year.
I would like to thank MOUNT DIGITAL for their tireless promotion of my work, as well as for the work of other dreamers, to Moses Mckenzie for his relentless moral support…the anthology experiments have been a blast.
Last but not least, thanks to all cast and crew for getting the work out there!
Until Next Year…
(c)2013 Westland Armitage/Blue Argon Films