GHOST

CELLULOID There is a ghost in my blog, hovers in the background, inspires me! If you squint your eyes you can see him hiding. Shades of purple on purple. That is not really a tear below his eye it is a scar, filled with joy and sorrow. That is life, contrast! That is who he is only slightly visible but he is contrast! He is waiting for his release. Maybe, one day soon his creative voice will be heard again. Maybe, one day soon he will leave the shadows, SPEAK! From a wooden riser where his talents lay direct the traffic on a stage. For the players, for the writer, for the designers, for the total. Dialogue off the pages, simply telling the story dressed for the occasion orchestrated to the written notes dancing to the sound of the music. As conceived As intended To bring to life To celebrate To engage To move And more. There is a ghost in my blog, hovers in the background. Can you see him? Do you feel him? Can you hear him? Do you fear him? Please don’t, he is only me. Armand Hamouth