HOW I GOT INTO THE OBELISK

One of you, fair readers, wrote:  “Odalisque, your obelisk is very tall, and you say it is made of obsidian–a glass-like volcanic rock–with ‘no chinks for the intrepid to grip‘.  So how did you get into it?”

I rested my chin in my palm and got all misty-eyed, gazing towards an empty sea.

Why do I hate the ocean?  What good are bird friends?  Why does every odalisque need a fantastic coat?   I, The Odalisque, reveal all (even my head) in my first very low-budget movie (shot entirely on scrapbook paper):  everything I remember about HOW I GOT INTO THE OBELISK.

Rated X for cerebral exposure and unexpected violence.

Links to:

See the movie poster

See the publicity photos

Read about my heads

Read about my coat

My feelings about the ocean

How I avoid type-casting

BONUS FEATURE:  my SWIM-SUIT

Thank you for looking.  Thank you.

–The Odalisque

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About The Odalisque

I am the odalisque who lives in an oblelisk. I converse with birds.

4 responses to “HOW I GOT INTO THE OBELISK”

  1. mcourie says :

    WOW! The music really set the stage for the pictures.

    • Odalisque says :

      I have a very special relationship with my composer, even though he only exists as an astral projetion. Guitars are kind of like odalisques. I think that’s why.

  2. Odalisque says :

    Reblogged this on Odalisque and commented:

    I’m reblogging this in case you had trouble viewing the video on Tuesday…it should now play in safari & IE browsers.

    Thank you for looking. Thank you.

    –The Odalisque

  3. k8baldus says :

    I agree that the music really adds to the drama. And I love the collages!

converse. carrier pigeon post.

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