I am fascinated by the language used to describe the fragmentation and disintegration in the paintings of Picasso and Schiele. I became obsessed with describing the way in which the faces of my characters would distort, become ugly, melt away, then morph before disappearing. I find the grotesqueness of the imagery entirely beautiful.
In "6.25 (Yook-i-oh)," a story in which the fallout from a love triangle inspires a screenwriter to detour into her own destination, I set up scenes based on the imagery of Egon Schiele's portraits. Similar to how Peter Greenaway derived his sets and costuming in The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover from a 17th Century painting by Frans Hals, I attempt to translate Schiele's tableaux into my scenes and characters. The energy and movement of the characters' outlines and silhouettes is disturbed by the frenetic, nervous brush strokes of Schiele, and corresponds to particular points of shame, betrayal, and desperation.
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