Jose Lamour: Portfolio

Videos

El Coquí: The Mission of Dr. Gilberto Concepción de Gracia (Short Documentary) Written,Narrated Directed, Edited by me

Music video I filmed and edited

Feature Dream (Short Film) Assistant Director/Camera Operator/ Boom Mic Operator/Production Assistant

Mandala. A short film I made inspired by abstract expressionist art.

Innocent Sinner (Short Film) Camera Operator/ Boom Mic Operator/Production Assistant

http://vimeo.com/21130863

Another Music Video I filmed and edited.

Poetry/short story

Ode to meditation

(INDEPENDENT WORK 2011)

The wanderer, I had left the womb and traveled afar, on a nimbus cloud into the outer reaches of the world. Searching for the jewel of childhood, I peered into ten thousand things. Nine out of ten times, I saw a reflection that I could not bare, but I continued on my lonely voyage never placing a veil over my eyes. One Sunday morning, after a storm carried me swiftly to the top of an inverted elm tree, I sat and waited for someone to help me down.

The lonely wanderer, I waited for three days. It was after I softened my grip on expectation, in the great stillness of concentration that I made a friend. It sang a sound that lifted me off the treetop and towards a waterfall in a secret garden. “Look into the pond” it said. I obeyed in all modesty.

As I bowed my head, and stared into the water three paces in front of me, I saw you. I saw I. I saw nothing and everything. I saw eternity. I saw love. Since then, I no longer wander. I no longer wonder. I walk the narrow path daily, into the secret garden of intimacy.

Woman of Grace

(INDEPENDENT WORK 2011)

I saw her resting in a valley near an abundance of tributaries , where angels sing the songs that only angels sing. Those nimble fingers collect fruit and bread daily, so she can give unto others consistently. This boomerang lover, eyes wide open, and her eyes are so placid, can you imagine the things she can imagine? Freedom as her soul cries out for rain.

Soul burns slowly, river streams flow from the seams of her skin, bathing all around you, with the fountain of vivacity. Her lovely life. She is a seer. With he lovely light. That sweet, sweet lovely light.

She emerged from deep and dark waters, like a lotus flower blooming through the surface petals stretched forth for the sun’s mighty rays, which with great pleasure, met her halfway, and lovingly embraced her delicate details. This elegant Doe, this patient mother to be, unraveled like a ball of yarn. Oh what a day, what a day when she became a bride. Revived and forgiven, as those shackles crumbled and she soared towards infinity.

She plays no part in those lovesick lullabies, seducing the weak and withered into a ball and chain trance. Self aware and self assured, the self was the baggage she left behind on her journey to the mountaintop. Left behind as she ventured toward the glory, the cradle of the Lord’s right hand, as the thunder was roaring.

More precious then rubies, more precious then a Diamond. Her voice is sweeter then the music of Xylophone. Words from her heart fill the air with sincerity, like a harp string melody or the sweet sounds of samba, a peaceful dream on a pink spring morning.

She is the bird from the good book fluttering high, sent from eternity. A water colored film strip gravitating towards the good promise of yesterday and tomorrow which she welcomes with laughter. Dignified purity, even when the cold wind blows, an amber veil clothes her center. Beauty is fleeting, charm is deceptive, but her nobility and veneration of GOD is praiseworthy.

I saw her resting in a valley, near a chrysanthemum field, where angels sing the songs that only angels sing. This lovely woman, this creature of the light. This joyful messenger. This mother to be. My future wife. This holy queen.

Graphic Art Work