I see Auras, Energy, Emotions, and Lines of Force in my everyday actuality... my perception is most likely very different from yours

The way I see the world is very different from how (I understand) everyone else (that I have ever met) perceives the world. 

I see waves, and colors of auras  --  traces and trails -- echoes of what is, isn't,  and what might be around me. I have to filter out a large amount of information that I am receiving and determine what to give my attention at any given moment. This takes a vast amount of mental energy. My mother thinks: that's what explains my appetite.  I shoot short experimental films and photographs to express how I see the world. What do you see?

I Got Those Turning 50 in the Face of the Pandemapocalypstical Blues

I Got Those Turning 50 in the Face of the Pandemapocalypstical Blues

I am turning 50 around 10 PM tonight.  I'm sitting in my truck trailer. The prairie winds shake it as I contemplate what the fuck I'm going to do next. I've been constantly looking for a home since 2011. One year I counted that I had actually moved over 24 times. Often from building to building room to room Florida floor community to community in and out of my car… During this period I rented my own room for the first time in about two years and someone lit my car on fire the day I was trying to leave… I have a lot of stories like these. It makes me wonder what is it about me that makes these things happen. I keep trying to change my behavior or become more aware or say the right thing to the right person to change my life situation, but I am identifying more and more with fate. The older I get the more it seems that life's choices may have already been decided and this could just be a playing records somewhere in the great cosmic audio phonic library of mystery and compensate of results.  When I share my stories I'm told that I have had a very rich and interesting life. When I talk about the highlights or the low lights or the shadows the peaks and valleys between.…: I see what they mean, But to me it's all one long struggle. I am your quintessential starving artist. I often would rather paint then eat. But I know if through all of my karma that if I don't eat there is no painting and if I paint instead of eat I will never get that cat Canvas up or get the brush in my hand. Or the sculpting tool. Or the notebook outs and the stories written. It really does seem infinite me as if I were able to just access my creativity stay there and just produce it it would be endless as long as I could keep my energy my body my state of being on my space all synchronizing. I pray every moment for a holistic solution to my problems some thing that will break bring me into equilibrium with my best state of being and allow me just to exists. My current state does not allow me to have social relationships.  I've been socially isolating (to the extreme) since July 2019.  All of the friends I've come to rely on I realized had no time or space for me. They didn't seem interested in any kind of mutual beneficial relationship. Everyone was too busy with what they had. Even my own family is too consumed to include me. And it is equally so I am too consumed by my own driving creative forces to continue making art then any ability to be what people need me to be to be in their life.   And so because I am a very imperfect being I am writing this down hoping it may be read and comprehended by something somewhere eventually. Van Gogh one side "Maybe I'm painting people paintings for people who aren't born yet."   I came to the same conclusion long ago that it is gravely possible that my work may never be appreciated or seen during my lifetime. On the day I turn 50 I am amazed I've made it this far; I believe I'm ready to go anytime, but as long as I live, I will strive to do the best I can -- with what I have.  Right now to any outside locker it probably seems like a giant mess made up mostly of garbage. People don't see what I see the value and the fascinating things that exist and all that I have collected and put together. If I had a magic wand that could assimilate all of my projects into their proper order and use, I would have at least four finished plays, several novels, an opera, and loads of masks, puppets, and sculptures.  So goes my song.

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BrentlyFilm Experimenté!

I have found that if I take any video and any song, and speed up the video, or just change the speed of either -- it creates these amazing synchronizations.  This is a random popular video with one of my favorite band's songs.  Can you name them?

"MasquerMynd" A Short Film by BrentlyMD & Brian Arnold... #MasquerMynd Coming Soon in 2020

MasquerMynd is a short film in mask with no dialogue and a choreographed mimetic style.  

Coming Soon in 2020.  

We are finishing the sound-score with new music composed by Zander Quinn Davis.  

Take a peak and tell us what you see.

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(C) Brently Michael Davis (C)

Acadia Repertory Theatre Mt. Desert Isle, Maine I was the Technical Director Summers 2012/13

In the summers of 2012 & 13 I had the brilliant experience of being the Technical Director for Acadia Repertory Theatre on Mt. Desert Isle, Maine.

http://acadiarep.com/ 

  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Desert_Island  

We built 5 shows in 3 months with a crew of 1-6 people.  All the sets, props, and effects for all 5 shows averaged a new show every 2 weeks.  I had a crew of novice actors who would assist me between rehearsals and an incredible TA.  A "prodigy" who was like a cross between Radar from M*A*S*H and Mozart with the skills of a stage craft technician way beyond his years.   The minimal and archaic shop was in the basement of the Masonic Temple that housed the theatre in the summers.  The "Temple" was actually an old firehouse.  And this is old by Maine standards, which in America, is ancient.  It was seated on the edge of an inlet from the Atlantic.  The ceiling of the shop was barely over 6 feet - a good size for me, cuz I'm an elf, but impossible to build 20' tall sets.  We had to do all major construction in a cracked uneven parking lot.  Imagine the weather that flies over an Island in Maine.  Yeah, it was terribly unpredictable and would go from perfect 70 and sunny to gales of wind with horizontal rain.   I rigged a ninja tarp and rope shelter system with the help of the phone company's bucket genie truck in the background of this first shot:

Every morning my crack crew of theatre geeks would hoist the lines and fly the tarps as we assembled the set pieces in a methodical order that would have made my college tech theatre profs proud.  And they were never proud.  I never imagined myself a Tech Director before this job.  In the spring of 2012 I was building a banana tree in a parking lot out of my Volvo (like ya do)  and a this wizard walked up to me and asked me, "Brently, whatya doin' this summer, cuz I got this theatre on an island in Maine, and we need a tech director and you'd be perfect."  I was finishing up as Prop Master for "Learn to be Latina" at Mixed Blood Theatre in Minneapolis.  I knew loads about Technical theatre, and yet I'd never put myself mentally into the job of being a TD, until then. As it turned out, I was perfect.  And my magical summer began... (cue dulcet string music)...

Francis the prodigy technical theatre geek, musician, and composer.

My brilliant intern gold lettering an Irish Pub sign.

 The shop>>>