This Monday, September 13th, I have been invited to speak about Natascha, as an innovative and prolific filmmaker of Second Life, truly one of the greats of our virtual world.
Chantal Harvey, who heads the group, MachinimaMondays in Second Life,
invited me to talk about Nat, our movies we made together and her passions as a filmmaker, with her group of machinima makers. Chantal kindly let me invite all who might be interested, and I expect we will have quite a crowd at this event.
I feel this is still a bit early for me to be speaking in public, but I do it to help honor Nat’s memory as a woman who made a mark in the virtual world of machinima.
I feel truly privileged to be asked to do this, and with all the love and pride for Nat, I will be showing 5 of our own videos (Randt & Hoisan) and one of her many plane videos in her massive YouTube Channel of over 500 videos!! Take time and explore her channel when you can!
I will use Nat’s own words to discuss her process and our process in taking an idea and starting from scratch and seeing it as a finished machinima on YouTube.
All those reading this who have an avatar, please join us.
Where: MachinimaMondays Click to get a url
When: Monday, September 13th, 2021
Time: 1pm SLT or (PST) to 2pm SLT
I hope you can make it and if you can’t, Chantal told me it would be live streamed
so it will be available on YouTube at anytime.
I will be giving out beautiful votive candles made lovingly by Menubar Memorial to those who attend. I invite you to visit at any time a humble memorial dedicated to Natascha, that I have erected on our sim,
LINC Memorial (click the link)
You can rez and leave a flower or a candle, something you feel is appropriate and sit quietly and listen to the wind-chimes, the wind, the birds and remember Natascha in life.
I will write below again, the poem, I left as a comment, for those of you who didn’t read it. It sits on her memorial in Second Life, for anyone there who would like to read it too.
for my film partner Natascha
The rain feels like a curtain,
closing down our stage.
I’m so numb..but not uncaring
In my frozen way… I am pure sadness
that solidified and can no longer move.
Please don’t confuse my dry eyes
I am not shrugging, I’m flailing; I’m falling.
I’m not strong, I’m a toneless voice,
my tongue in shreds.
Only disbelief is the solder
that holds me together.
Some things are beyond repair
some souls must go
because if they stay
will be no life at all.
And so when we least
and fly away..
We are left in shock
We are numb or weep
We refuse to accept
but they are free…
Oh, they are free…..
Fly high Nat..the sky always called to you.