Straight Edge Life

I’m a photographer, right.. and a visual artist. So when I tell a story in my head it’s told in images. Tonight I am reminded of how I am not alone in the visual nature of my mind. Oddly enough the reminder comes from watching the tail end of a movie. The Ring. Like other horror thrillers it’s a story that can and is told mostly with images. As gruesome and twisted as the film may be, the experience is so complete that it really hits home with me. It speaks in a language so similar in style (if not in content) as my own mind that I can’t help but lose myself in it.

The Ring, The Cell, Akira Kurasawa’s Dreams, all of them, among many others, open me up and talk directly in my own language. It is not unlike being the last english speaking man on earth, living like that for decades and trying to learn other languages, only to one day find another who speaks your native tongue. You don’t care if they’re an ax murderer, you just want to get lost in the sound of the words as they leave your mouth and hit your ears.