Never when the noisiness of shuffling feet or obligatory laughs fill the spaces between door and window. Always when the other door closes and I am alone. I thought I was alone. The once frivolous pursuit of thoughts switch to peeks and glimpses of Her spilling coffee and the lines of His unmoving lips. "What is your name?" I ask. She turns the corner, her skirt lightly catches wind. "Wait!" I close my eyes. Why have they chosen a mind like mine? Selfish, buttoned up mind. I can hear Him catch Her around the corner. I imagine She runs right into his chest. Thud. There goes the coffee. I turn the corner and giggle at the sight. She hides Herself quietly, neatly behind Him. "Show me your faces." I ask politely. "Show me your faces." I ask a little less politely. Fumbling with the chain, He opens his copper pocket watch; it reads: "Tell them the story."
Posted by Katrina Kubo at 10:32 PM
My lovely gal pal recently shared this little treasure of a site with me. Do take a minute or two to create something pretty to share! in light of my undying love for mr. sendak's little boy, max... it's no surprise this is what i came up with for my first piece.
Posted by Katrina Kubo at 11:02 PM
My first, and certainly not my last, stop motion film. Very very short film. I thought I should start with something little before taking on bigger ideas. Enjoy for now and stay tuned for more in the hopefully near future. Good night!