- Sundance Film Festival Centerpiece Premiere: Over five years in the making, THE ART oF BE(i)NG is a visual-sonic journey meant to expand one's consciousness and emotional capacity via a story filled with hand crafted art. Ranging from stop motion to animation to graphic manipulation to cinematics, the film aims to engage the more 'subtle' functions of the mind. Thus curating a growth in perception once said story is given enough pondering. And speculation. Loosely following the story of The Little Mermaid's journey 'upwards' in exchange for the loss of her voice, the film features Walt Disney's original animator from the actual film Dave Woodman as well as Jake Shears (Scissor Sisters) Mariqueen Reznor (How to Destroy Angels) The Lady Tigra (of 'the cars that go boom' fame) Mayhem Miller (Rupauls Drag race) and others. Where words fail to describe, the 'feelings' and 'sensations' of the film slowly sink into it's viewer in the hopes as the experience flows in front of them, a sort of activation can materialize within. And possibly enable multiple humans to grow upwards in a way that can better the zeitgeist as a whole. At least that is the aspirations of writer/director/editor/artist, JB Ghuman Jr who curated the project. As his second entry into the film festival world, Ghuman is best known for his previous film 'SPORK' that won the Tribeca FF audience award, shortlisted for the Sutherland Award via BFI London FF, best feature award via Miami, S.Korea, Switzerland, Germany among others as well as reached #1 in it's category on Netflix.
- (crack of thunder) What's that sound? (flash of lightning) A square turned round. Mathematics of the soul. A singularity so profound. Your voice screaming like a flower on fire without ever making a sound. A 'knowing' buried deep within you suddenly in-bound. Memories of both pain and joy like jewels sitting in your crown. Fingers stretched wide. Palms open to the sun that shines (inside). A matrix of truth has your path finally found. Riding waves of experience via a surfboard called love within an ocean made from the tears of a clown. Lungs turned to gills when you fall, the power of hope like a rope when you thought you would drown (drown). Skin to golden fish scales, rising out of the sea. Finally free. Scales to feathers as you stare into the horizon. Banging your chest as you go higher with every pound (pound). Dot in your eyes "realized" to be a black hole. It's gravity no match for your soul. Memory goes backwards with each experience like a blood hound. Sniffing the truth while fumbling on the ground. Strike a match within your heart. It's fire (fire) fire pushing you ever so higher (higher) higher. Muscles turned to gold as your flesh grows tired. Veins like rushing rivers of hope. Mind glowing brighter. Your reflection filling you with little ego yet simultaneously something you finally admire. Gaze made of opal like aura, so much to do to aide this reality. A species in need so dire. Time woven into a wheel that never spins. Observation of it (all) finally acquired. Bell goes off in the distance. Light or Sound first? Searching for the answer within your own existence. The two spin like a coin on it's side. The (blur) revealing a face materialized from them both in motion. Spinning so fast there is no longer resistance. Dark surrounds your candle in the moment, yet you are now filled with persistence. Demand the shadow know your name. This is the moment you know why unto this world your soul came. Wheel of time on your arm like a bangle, it's all just the same. Smiling towards both the sun and the moon. Good and bad. Both pegs in a ladder as the beast inside your being, by loves vibration, finally tame. - ox jBjR! (the ART oF BEiNG)
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