The hardest thing about being magical is pretending to be ordinary.
Remembering Agatha is a whimsical drama (or melancholic comedy) about Agatha (38), who is in a domestic quagmire and a crumbling love story as a mother of two and wife to angry wolf-man, Robert (40). Haunted by the Black Madonna, while being encouraged by her carefree friend Cynthia to somehow liberate herself, Agatha feels trapped, unable to transform her life. One night, she finds a portal through the dishwasher into the forest of her childhood. In this world, her child-self reminds Agatha of forgotten joy and innocence. However, she also holds the secret to the real source of Agatha’s grief, which she must now face if she is to transform her present and embrace a better future. Live action ‘reality’ and animated ‘imaginings’ intersect to illustrate Agatha’s struggles, insights and exultations.
REMEMBERING AGATHA is a story I have been writing for the last few years and have finally made into a short 30 minute film including live action with fragments of animation of my drawings.
In short, it is a story of a mother of 2 kids married to a wolf in a dying marriage. She finds a portal through the dishwasher into the forest of her childhood, revealing the traumatic past that she is on the run from, but also the secret gift hidden inside the Black Madonna statue she had as child.
You can weep for 6 years and not even know you’re doing it
it’s hidden underneath layers of domestic obligation
to a life you fell into from the fear of forever being alone
I succumbed to the thrill of feeling fire in the belly
I succumbed to what I now know was just my attachment
to the possibility that there was everlasting joy
beyond love’s beautiful beginnings.
I played that little game i play with myself
where I pretend someone else can fill the gaps in me,
replace the broken pieces
lol.
But love only kills you once,
after that, every other love is just a pilgrimage
to an old war zone,
An un-winable war.
My error in short was this:
mistaking everyone for what I’m searching for.
