“Single shot”… It only takes a single blow to bring you to your knees.
All it takes is a shot like that to knock down your idol that’s been balancing your passage through life for years. I’ve loved listening to heavy metal music since I was a kid, and it was Ronnie Atkins of Pretty Maids who kept that balance for me with his vocals.
In this project, I’m dealing with my own memory. Since I don’t get many chances to just go to concerts, I appreciate every one of them. My father and I had already booked tickets to a Pretty Maids concert when he suddenly collapsed on stage and was diagnosed with lung cancer.
The singer himself has released two albums and 4 other songs about dealing with his situation.
I tried to connect my inner chaotic feeling and my relationship with the band with my work on the drinks set.
I played around with the lyrics from the songs he composed and made up verses that I felt were descriptive. It seems to me, though, that the viewer has to get to know the band and listen to the plot to understand. The shot.
Photograph: Jan Vitha
Mind made for murder, has lost between the cracks.
Your love is cold, like the piles of bones upon the crimson ground.
In your darkest hour, I’ll be waiting in the wings.
From the first breath to the last sigh.
I was lost in the ruins of the realm of misery.
See me like a ghost to reach the state of serenity.
