The subject of depression is
very important to me, personally. I
have obsessive suicidal thoughts almost every minute of my day. At age 18, I tried to commit suicide,
and was hospitalized. I was diagnosed as manic depressive at 22. The last time I took pills for my
mental affliction was six months after release from the mental hospital. I do
not take pills anymore - I can't afford them, and they dull my mind. The fact that I live and am able to
work is a result, partly, of years of hard inner work - I am determined to be
happy - and partly because of my education - I have a BA in Philosophy and am
trained to think, analyze and persuade. The person I have to persuade the most
is myself.
Every day I wake up and have
to find a new meaning to my life. Luckily, I have been able to find it. My three cousins were not as lucky, and
they were more successful at their suicide attempts than me. Over the years I have pondered whether there was any connection between us, the suicidal
cousins from my father's side of the family. I started to ask questions and unravel old family secrets. This is what Rocks In My Pockets, my first feature film, is about. I call it a funny film about depression, but in fact it is sometimes serious, sometimes funny, but overall deeply personal, just like my film Teat Beat of Sex.
You know, I feel that
depression has the other side of the coin - creativity and brilliance. Yes, you struggle through the pain,
fuzz, and fog, but there are moments when there is a rush of ideas and images
and poetry, excitement! Our minds need to be
constantly occupied with making creative solutions. Maybe we get depressed
because our jobs are so mundane, repetitive, without a challenge to our minds? But then - I don't really know why we
get depressed. I certainly have no reasons to get depressed, but I do.
When you tell a personal
story it transcends the personal, it becomes more than just your own feelings,
fears and obsessions - it becomes a shared experience. Once you put your darkest
secret in words, the light shines on it. Once light shines on it, the
healing begins. I am a big
believer in keeping your inner rooms well lit. Even with all that light there
are some corners that are left dark, and under beds and tables there will
always be monsters hiding.
So, I don't really have a
problem to tell a very personal story. Nothing is personal - we all have been
depressed, we all know that feeling. The biggest challenge for me was to
describe, in words and visually, how does it feel to be depressed. The feeling of that unbearable pain -
how do you put it in words or images?
How do you successfully share it so that people understand what you
mean? An audience will let me know
if I have succeeded at this.
The real problem of this
project is that I am telling a story of my relatives, and what is MY truth of
the events may not be THEIR truth.
So I changed the names and looks. But I feel that may not save me from
the family getting upset.
Technically the project is
mixed media, stop motion and drawn animation. First we do paper mache sets. Then, with digital photo camera, we
shoot them as stop motion, frame by frame pans and zooms. Later, we combine the pictures of
moving backgrounds with hand drawn animated characters on top.
Financially... well well
well…don't we all want to know how people get their money for their ambitious
projects?! I'd like to know it
too, as my experience is limited to my project only. The Rocks In My Pockets budget is about
$100,000. We got a grant from NYSCA,
and a grant from the Jerome Foundation. There were many grants we applied for,
but didn't get. Also, the project
is part of the Women Make Movies fiscal sponsorship, which means that every
donation to the project is tax deductible. We raised about $10,000 from small
donations, and one single larger donation covered the missing hole in the
budget. As the producer of the
project, I spend many sleepless nights worrying about money. It looks as though we might run out after paying
music and sound fees, and we still need money for transfers, color
corrections, and festival submissions.
Money is the blood in the projects system. If the project runs out of
money, it runs out of life.
I had set the completion date
for December 21st, 2012, the end of Mayan Calendar, as I find that date ironic
and fitting for completing a funny film about depression. But we might not be
done with the film by that date, as we were able to secure the music recording
only for December, so the future will only begin on December 21, 2012.
No matter what I do, I get
severely depressed twice a year. Having a project actually helps to focus on
something other than that inexplicable inner pain and suffering.
Although lately, I have been
mildly depressed about the project. A train of obsessive thoughts go around and around....
"Who do I think I am, doing what I am doing?"
"This is 90 minutes I am asking an audience to sit through!"
"The film will never be liked by more than three people."
"It is too strange, too artistic, too metaphorical to be appreciated by a wider audience."
"I am sure my voiceover will put off festival programmers after five minutes, and they will turn the film off before allowing it to sink in and take them for the ride."
"If the film is not selected by any film festival, how will I look in the eyes of my backers and my young assistants who came to believe in this project?"
"I should kill myself right now, before the shame of major failure comes and gets me."
….and so on and so forth.
"Who do I think I am, doing what I am doing?"
"This is 90 minutes I am asking an audience to sit through!"
"The film will never be liked by more than three people."
"It is too strange, too artistic, too metaphorical to be appreciated by a wider audience."
"I am sure my voiceover will put off festival programmers after five minutes, and they will turn the film off before allowing it to sink in and take them for the ride."
"If the film is not selected by any film festival, how will I look in the eyes of my backers and my young assistants who came to believe in this project?"
"I should kill myself right now, before the shame of major failure comes and gets me."
….and so on and so forth.
But, if I had never got this
project rolling, I'd be depressed that I never tried it.
So, I guess, if
one has a tendency to get depressed, doing or not doing causes the same mental
strain, except, by doing you actually get to be doing which is much better than
not doing."Rocks In My Pockets" trailer from Signe Baumane on Vimeo.