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Grace & Moons: A Memoir
Grace & Moons: A Memoir
Grace & Moons: A Memoir
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In the Spring of 2008, I embarked on a simple enough task: produce a thesis film to fulfill the MFA requirements for graduation from the Savannah College of Art and Design. What ensued, however, was an intricate series of events that changed the way I viewed my role as a filmmaker, as well as confirmed the existence of supernatural forces, organized to heal us. Set in the spirited city of Savannah, and co-authored by Khira Grace, Grace & Moons explores the role of the "hand of God" at work in our creative works and just how crafty that Hand is at creating life-long change.

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Release dateDec 31, 2016
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Grace & Moons: A Memoir
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Roni Nicole Henderson

"I want these images to move you, as I am moved by you"| moving pictures | has grown from a desire to literally move about the world, capture it's miracles and project them onto the collective memory. As a filmmaker, Roni Nicole Henderson makes fiction, fine art, experimental, documentary and with prayer, feature-length narrative films in the very near future. As a photographer, she delights in fashion + fine art, documenting artists and everyday folk, especially during major life initiations. As a fine artist, she projects this work in odd places so as to inject impulses to heal the self into our environment, impulses that inspire change and growth. Having earned an M.F.A. from the Savannah College of Art and Design, Roni Nicole desires to continue her professional work as a fine artist in the gallery, museum and especially the public spheres.

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    Grace & Moons - Roni Nicole Henderson

    GRACE & MOONS: A MEMOIR

    By Roni Nicole Henderson w/ Khira Grace

    Copyright 2016 Roni Nicole Henderson

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    Preface

    Prologue

    In Search of God’s House

    Khira’s Grace

    Daughters at the Altar

    Bankrupt

    The House at Cornwall

    Revelations

    The Wilderness

    The Prophet

    And the Earth Opens Her Mouth

    Epilogue

    PREFACE

    I started having visions the year I moved back to Ohio to flee a violent divorce.  My Grandmother had kept a large five bedroom house for over 60 years and it had acted as a veritable revolving door for two generations of family members seeking refuge from their failed choices.  My Grandmother, approaching 90, was beginning to feel that she could no longer sustain the leeching and was ready to sell the house.  Here I was, her youngest grandchild, returning to her doors with my six-year old, a broken marriage and a broken heart. I moved back into my old room, which was also my mother's old room.  The curved plaster walls were still painted the same Pepto Bismal pink with the old windows you had to crank open.  I cracked the short door of the walk-in closet, which I had to duck into now, and memories of abundant hiding places came rushing back to me.  Those memories comforted me, for I was certainly looking for a cove to tuck myself into, safe from the trauma from which I'd just escaped.  The room felt to me the safest place on earth, womb-like and warm. I was home.

    My dreams had always been especially lucid in my Grandmother's house so I was not surprised when I'd awake having navigated epic dreamscapes. Deep into one autumn night though, I experienced a vision that transcended the world behind my eyelids.  Lying on my stomach, I remember actually opening my eyes to see a procession of yellowish ladybugs marching a straight line up the inside of my window.  Entranced by their synchronous motion, I followed them with my eyes, turning over onto my back.  When a light flickered from some unknown source though, I sat up to see more clearly.  Was I dreaming? I thought for sure the ladybugs were real, my movements were real and that I was awake, but suddenly I was watching a film projected on that Pepto Bismal-pink wall. When the dream--or hallucination-- was over, I scribbled down what I'd seen.  These notes, later grew into the first scene of the feature-length screenplay on my mother's life.

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    INT. ADULT NENA'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

    A line of yellow ladybugs emerge from behind a headboard and stream up a pink plaster wall. NENA, 27, sleeps in the bed below. 

    ADULT NENA  (Voice Over)

    Last night my mother came to me.  I should have known that her life was about to end and that she wanted to explain, but what does anybody really know in dreams.  You just watch and hope that some sense comes out of it one day.  But very seldom are we that blessed or insightful to gain tangible truth from our visions.  We just observe and exist on the margins of truth, never really sure about anything.

    A projector starts up, illuminating the path of the insects.  The projected image is of a beautiful 40 something woman.  She is the idealized form of JEANNIE, sitting in a stately antique chair. She is dressed elegantly, her eyes sparkle in delight at the ambitious lady bugs.  

    Turning her attention to the world of Nena's bedroom, her pleasant eyes now belie some need to begin her task. She walks to an old phonograph, bends and lowers the needle. 

    The crackle of an old record sounds.  Returning to her seat, she begins to adjust her lace gloves, the matching veil of her hat and Nina Simone's Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood begins.  As Nina bellows, Baby, understand me now...

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