I know I have mentioned this several times, but inspiration sometimes comes from the weirdest places. Recently I watched the movie “Frank” which tells the story of one aspiring band who is fronted by a man who never removes his papier-mâché head. Just the place to find treasures like:
When you think you’ve gone far enough, go farther.” quote=”When you think you’ve gone far enough, go farther
What a great line and one that really struck a cord with me. It is so easy to keep doing the same thing and forget to keep pushing beyond your comfort zone. It’s important to go to the edge from time to time and look into that abyss; failure is the flip side to success and it’s a scary beast.
Recently I began on a project that is going to push my boundaries in ways I have purposefully avoided. I will have to build my own LEGO props, customize mini figures, alter existing LEGO, create dioramas for interior shots and even create an indoor forest for both a night and snow scene. (Thank you Mike and Vesa for your inspiration.) Yeah, this pretty much pushes me in every direction I can image and then some; failure is lurking at every turn.
I have already encountered moments of doubt as I try to build my own props. (Cars are harder than they look to build and waiting for parts from BrickLink tests my patience.) Also it is a very different beast photographing your own MOC’s compared to the elegant official LEGO sets. For starters, mine fall apart at the drop of a hat. Yet I can understand pride of creation in a new way. Perhaps I have embarked on that inevitable road to AFOL status?
I am confessing this to you so you will hold my feet to the fire. I have given myself until
early August the end of the year to finish this project. There is no specific number of images to be created, but I want them to be on the caliber of “I Will Be a Fisherman” from my Runaway Bunny series. I will give you periodic updates as the work starts to take shape, if you don’t hear from me, feel free to ask.
In the mean time go watch the movie “Frank” so you can experience Frank singing the following line in all its beautiful bittersweet glory.
Frank: [singing] Stale beer. Fat fucked, smoked out. Cowpoked. Sequined mountain ladies. I love your wall. Put your arms around me. Fiddly digits, itchy britches. I love you all.
Do you have a dream project you would like to embark on, but are afraid to because of the possibility of failure?