Maternity - Chapter 3 in Faulty CircuITs
Maternity
Instrumental music is playing as your eyes pan across the scene. Everything is monochromatic, blue tones. The lighting is intense, dramatic.
Your eyes pan across a stretch of nothingness, but there she is. A woman stands alone in limbo. There is only emptiness, but a breeze is blowing. Her midsection is bulbous with human fruit. Gauzy fabric floats in the breeze over the parasitic mass of her midsection. She is making sensual faces.
You see her from one side, then another, then another. So many angles, so swollen with parasitic life. Always in high contrast lighting, hair gently streaming in the mysterious air current, sheer clothes flowing angelically over her distended form.
A glass nebulizer bottle levitates nearby, just out of her reach. She reaches out, tantalized by it.
Suddenly it's in her hand. She's breathless. She kisses it tenderly.
We see it up close, past the shining reflection of it's brilliant facets. It is full of gin.
She looks at the camera, whispers seductively at you. "I can't shit"
The camera pans out.
A sultry deep, disembodied voice utters, "Maternity".
This piece was inspired by every perfume commercial I've ever seen. I styled it like a sponsor in between stories. I hope you enjoy!
Until next post, take care!