Drawing upon the established formula of the screenplay as a blueprint from which a film is then realised, 'The Inscending Spiral' uses one of my unfinished screenplays as a document from which to extract and explore themes and ideas, not in film, but within other disciplines, including drawing, installation, video art and painting.
Here is a chance to see 'The Inscending Spiral' exhibition, that took place at Mirus Gallery in San Francisco earlier this year, in more detail, including a 'Making of' short film, as well as images of work in progress.
INT. GILLES’ STUDIO - CONT’D
Within the teapot the vortex slows and the flower gently spins, as the center opens it’s black stamen uncoil. The dark pollen disperses, blackening the clear water.
Gilles pours the tea into a cup. Sipping the tea he watches as a bird lands on the sill of his open window. He slams shut the door of the birdcage and the startled bird flys away.
EXT. THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS - DAY
Benedict traverses the sun scorched grassy mounds. Rubens, on a stretched leash behind him, tries desperately to keep up the pace.
They weave their way between the giant bright white letters of the HOLLYWOOD SIGN.
Moving into the hard black shadow cast by the letter ‘Y’ Benedict ties Rubens to one of the metal struts. Removing a trowel from his coat pocket he crouches and starts to dig at it’s base, Rubens fervently doing his best to help.
A deep, low, bass sound rumbles in the darkness.
INT. BEDROOM – DAY
A wall mirror shakes, causing the reflection to blur.
The tremor fades momentarily and we see AIDAN, early twenties, the average perfect-looking Beverly Hills rich kid. He stares into the mirror, his expression blank, emotionless, void. A thousand yard stare, into nothing.
He puts on a pair of sunglasses.
CUT TO BLACK.
CLOSE UP: Moving in towards the business card, between Ambers fingers, until the screen is filled with bright green, turning and spinning hypnotically. Wave upon wave of spiralling fractals grow and descend into a green psychedelic infinity.
But, as you’re a painter...
He grips Aidan’s spray paint covered fingers and then ties a rope round his wrist.
I'm sure you'll appreciate a
little more artistry.
Black ties the long length of rope around Aidan’s arms and starts to wrap his body with complex and intricate knots and formations. Black is a master of Kinbaku.
A man of intellect and intuition
such as yourself should
understand I merely have to bring
balance to the universe. You Yin,
and I will most definitely Yang.