Ok… Now that my business is somewhat established, it is time to do what I really want to do. Make films & write graphic novels. I’ve already written (3 years ago) enough to start a small universe of characters. So now lets proceed. Here is a snipet of a snipet of the first scene of the project… Read the scene and experience the story board produced by Lisa Viotti. Thanks Lisa!
1st Page of the Synopsis for “Sins of the Father”:
“Do not hold against us the sins of the fathers; may your mercy come quickly to meet us, for we are in desperate need.”
– Psalm 79:8
In a room, with barely enough light for one to see the time on his own watch, there is a man named SEBASTIAN kneeling in the middle of the floor. There is a certain mystique to him portrayed by the dark apparel he is wearing from head to toe. As he is postured with a grace contingent on being reverent to the gods, he surveys the room with sorrowful eyes. There lays before him three lifeless bodies. The carnage done to the three cadavers is partially hidden in the shadows. The large puddles of blood beneath the bodies seem to rise toward him like that of a rising tide. His perceptive eyes also find that his clothes have been spattered with the blood of the fallen before him. He hears footsteps. Heavy and deep trodden footsteps squeak loud enough to expose the imperfections in the wooden floor as they draw nearer to him. His eyes begin to well up like a swelling river in an intense rain threatening to drown the forest. A gun emerges from the shadows, as if it is Death himself coming to collect his brood, and presses itself against his temple. With no recoil, it seems as though he is ready to accept whatever fate has befallen him. He takes a deep breath as slowly as possible as though he feels that this may be his last indulgence; and then he utters, “Day number nine-thousand nine-hundred and ninety nine… I won’t see ten-thousand.” The hammer of the gun is pulled back and it seems time has slowed to an infinitesimal pace. He begins to squint in anticipation of what is to come next. Simultaneously a single tear rolls down the side of his face during this time paradox, as he has a vision of his first memory.