Sunday morning. Gene usually gets up earlier than I do and he usually does something useful or educational with that time. Me, I like to get back to whatever dream I was in the middle of and see where the story is going. This morning, though, I grew tired of the dream I was having, got up and left our room to get my morning coffee. First thing I see is a young man that I met yesterday asleep on one of the couches in the family room. Gene is over at his desk, writing an article or researching something I cannot begin to understand, and there are two more sleeping bodies on the couches in the living room. Since none of these lanky young men are John, our 19 year old son, we can only assume that upstairs in the bedrooms and game room there is a simliar scene. The thermometer hit 102 yesterday, with who know what heat index. John and his crew have been filming in the garage, coming in from time to time to cool down, get some water, melt into the couches. The numbers of the crew keep changing and we are introduced occasionally to someone new, but trying to keep their names straight is a losing proposition. Our kitchen has leftovers of their movie makeup---- bloodshot wounds in shades of red, plastic ware filled with fake blood, pizza and donut boxes and empty glasses. I filled the dishwasher with what seemed like all the mugs we own. Coffee and energy drinks apparently fuel the creative process, especially when the creative process is in action from 2 in the afternoon til 6 the next morning.
This is what we do. Gene and I consider ourselves patrons of the arts in our small contribution of encouragement, permission to overrun our house and bowls of spaghetti and meatballs to nourish the hungry artists. They all seem to be genuinely excited, despite the heat and the long hours, to get this movie made. There is no money involved, but there certainly is investment. They have all brought equipment, enthusiasm, artistry and much sweat equity to get this project completed.
Their goal is to get this movie viewed in Film Festivals around the country, with the hope of launching their various careers. I believe someday I'll be able to say I knew them when: when they were exhausted and sweaty and slept the sleep of the wrung out on our couches.
Creativity is often messy, but there is no doubt that this crew will work just as hard in post-production to make this movie tight and as perfect as their considerable skills can make it. Ars gratia artis? Yeah, and hopefully for careers being born.