Still not proper. The left side didn’t lean in at the correct angle. I kept referring from the photo sheet to the reconstituted room.
Even with all the CGI, some actors, writers and directors craved and demanded “the real thing.” This imagined real thing often either never existed or no longer exists. Houses, landscapes, items of every day life are endangered or go extinct.
That’s where I come in. I’m a special reno-type: I translate the image in the director’s mind into a template, time shift, distort, reinvent, reconstitute for filming. All with no green screen. It is 1812 outside. That is Chartres Cathedral under construction. Those are loaded dueling pistols, Mr. Burr.
A little memory manipulation and life returns to . . . well . . . sometimes . . . a slightly new normal. Like the Library in Thomas Jefferson’s house and the leaning wall. As long as the books stay on the shelves . . . (159)
Composed for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers #71.