I hate Kraft American Singles. They are not cheese. They are some sort of hideous amalgamation of chemicals that taste horrible, just awful. So I decided to animate a story on them. This came form a writing warm-up I did on my own time, I can’t even remember when or what larger piece I was working on at the time, but I remember that I just wrote this quickly in an afternoon. Later I decided to adapt it for a class on narratives; I’d tell you the exact assignment but I can’t really even remember that anymore. But I do remember this piece, and I do remember the horrible smell of cheese as I scanned each horrible sliver. Was it worth the torture? Let’s take a look:
Yes. Yes it was. I enjoy this piece immensely, and I’d put this in my “under-appreciated and unseen classics” category. First I actually enjoy the weird effect the paint on cheese has, as it gives it a strange bit of depth, like acetone sheets if they were yellow blocks of maybe-milk. I also think the narration adds a nice touch to the story (I have a love-hate relationship with my performances, but this one is alright), adding a menacing twilight-zone-esque feel to the tale of Marty turning into cheese. I’m not sure if there’s anything I’d change about it , it’s far from perfect, but for a project made for an unknown assignment it turned out just fine. It’s also a style, the photomontage, that I’d like to revisit with another story. I think it’s a form that could use another go around and certainly something easy to do now that I’m all on my own. How about you, internet? How do like this odd little cheese-story? How do you like Kraft American Singles? What do you think the title of this piece should have been, because I’ll admit the title is pretty terrible?