Art has strange ways of coming to life.
I'm working on a short-film currently, with a couple of friends. It started as a little exercise we had given ourselves. We simply wanted to put up some photographs taken by a friend on his wall. While we looked at the photographs, we found a running theme in them. From this, poetry was born, which then turned into a concept that metamorphosed over and over again, till it became what it is now. The final draft of the screenplay is almost complete, which means one more draft before story-boarding begins.