Photography by Tony Ward, Copyright 2017
Photography by Tony Ward, Copyright 2017
A FILM BY RUOWEN LU. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2017.
During my childhood there was a beautiful lake by my house. For all the kids growing up in the neighborhood, the lake was like our backyard – a place to play and see friends. About 5 years ago, the city decided to reclaim the lake into land for commercial use. Water was drained and replaced with a luxury shopping district. People got used to the new center quickly, but for me, every time I walked by the mall, I still see the lake I used to play around. With some nostalgia, confusion, and primarily helplessness- Waterless is made.
It was my first time making a video and I didn’t know any filmmaking techniques or rules. I planned out the scenes in my head and just went for them. When I first started shooting, I only had two scenes in mind and came up with the dream scene much later. Initially, the water balloon part was just to contrast the past with the waterless “reality.” However, my film teacher inspired me with the idea of using a war metaphor to create a sense of irony to the dream scene. Likewise, with other spontaneous decisions, I added random elements to the film but luckily the dots all connected at the end and served the overall story well.
Looking back, I am glad this is my first film experience. In a way, ignorance of the filming rules gave me freedom and allowed me to follow my heart. Now after having more experience, I can’t approach a film without worrying about the structure of the story, character development, etc. Sometimes, when I am overthinking my work, I think about Waterless and tell myself to relax because the story will come together at the end.
About The Author: Ruowen discovered her passion for film last year when she made a video for her acting class. She now studies at the University of Pennsylvania, intending to major in environmental science and cinema studies. She hopes to use her artistic skills to advocate for the environment and helps green organization reach high impact. Ruowen also has a background in theatre and sometimes acts in her own films when she has spontaneous ideas. Even though it is hard to operate the camera while acting, Ruowen finds it fun and a great way to make short experimental films.
Poetry by A. H. Scott, Copyright 2017
Art Work by Dean Rosensweig, Copyright 2017
Come one, come all!
Step Up! Step Up!
Behind this curtain, you’ll see things you could never imagine
Just a plug nickel for the ride of your life
Boyz! Girlz! Take a chance!
Come on inside – if you dare
No need to push or cut in the line
There is more than enough time
That’s it! That’s it!
Right this way is the main attraction
Center ring is his and his alone
It’s Trumpo the Liar!
Oh, yes, there he is in all his bombastic glory
Trumpo proclaims, “How do I love ME?”
His groveling chorus in the adjoining ring sings, “In a billion ways!”
Dancing girls may be nice
But, under this big top, another type of animal will suffice
It’s the dancing bear and his name is Vladimir
Brush away the questions of fondness and affection
Don’t be so cynical about the obvious deception
Trumpo tramples everything in his wake
Yet, the truth has become a Weeble that wobbles, as he motions deftly with a head fake
Trumpo the Liar is a marathon man
He’s gonna milk these four years the best he can
Every drop’s going into the Trump family’s golden pot
Emoluments’ clause is a figment of bubbles that shall pop
Turning the blind eye on this hustle comes from the top
Jeffy from ‘Bama holdin’ it down as Trumpo’s AG
Sessions smiles, “I’m not a liar, because you can trust li’l ol’ me”
Trumpo has faith that Jeffy will stay the course
Under Trumpo’s tent, nobody has remorse
Taking an oath don’t mean a damn thing
Once you snag that hallowed position, the hook is affixed in stone
Unless some bottom feeder has a videotape of Trumpo or Jeffy screwin’ an ice cream cone
But, even then, it doesn’t matter
Trumpo’s resiliency seems to be an impregnable porcelain pig which isn’t going to shatter
Chorus of the sycophants is now complete
Jeffy, Steve and Sean all start to hum
But, we all can’t forget the coarse counselor of batting lashes, Ms. Kellyanne
Pity the tune they sing is far from the Brotherhood of Man
“United We Stand, Divided We Fall!”
From Trumpo’s tantrums, that melody of humanity is nowhere in sight
Even the most ardent optimist feels a pang of plight
The show is over, boyz and girlz!
Run quickly from this locale of Trumpo the Liar and get out into the world
Turn on your bullhorns and proudly speak the truth, “He is a LIAR!”
Normal this ain’t
And, we mustn’t make it so
More of his talking and tweeting is a furious punching of lower and lower blows
Trumpo the Liar only now needs is a big red nose
Clown in Chief
Democracy in Grief
Trumpo the Liar shall persist
Yet, the clarion call for truth shall always insist
One word for humanity is, “RESIST! RESIST! RESIST!”
About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here: http://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-much-spank/