“But what can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock and roll band” The Rolling Stones
Or maybe just follow your imagination with a camera if music is not your talent. So this is my take on Blade Runner. Or should I say my ultra low budget take in an abandoned (now demolished) factory in Lachine with no cast, no crew, but with a strong, eerie, and sexy feeling that Darryl Hannah might pop out from behind a rusted machine that no one alive remembers what it was used for. Abandoned factories let your mind soar.
There was a lot of water leaking from the roof, like rain, and that area I stood in made me feel like I could have been in this scene.
Life, so totally crazy, so full of horror and pain, yet so totally worth hanging on to with everything you’ve got, every drop of blood alive as much as anything else before or after. There isn’t that much that separates us from everything in the universe beyond Time, and a few random particles here and there.
Do You See The Android? Neither Do I
This image, along with some of my other works, is on display at Cafe Victoria on Wellington street until the end of April.
I would also like to dedicate this post to the memory of Jay Simmons.
