Putting it all together

A bit of photoshop work, to build all the assets required and a little bit of sourcing some elements online, though mostly it’s mine even the large clock was extracted from a photo taken from a Melbourne Arcade. Images were treated to ensure they worked together and tweaked to give the right mood. I experimented with bringing the original text in with different layer modes (I didn’t want to just discard the text that this came from) It worked well with the images and took it from being just a collection of photos to something more.

On to After Effects to create some transitions I had worked through how it would all come together in my head so many times Ialready had a timing worked out. Needed to find a couple of tutorials to help we create some of the effects I was after but it all came together pretty well.

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And now for the imagery

Each line for this project conjures up detailed images in my mind, the problem is how to convert this to the screen.
Maybe I could film one or two pieces but never the whole thing , and I’m sure I will never get the cinematic feel that matches the vision.

I started doing some image searches around various words or phrases. I found some nice images that fit with vision but not enough and couldn’t quite see how this was going to help.

I remembered having a series of photo’s taken on a stormy day at Bruny, great skys and umbrellas and coats on the beach, So I started looking back through my old photos, flagging all that summed up the feel or fit the narrative.

Thats the answer, what better source to use for a reflective work than old photos.

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Weaving a narative.

Filming wasn’t successful on the day I had available, it was all too sunny. Also I had misgivings on starting with the whole cliff idea and couldn’t work out where to go from there.

The cliff is clearly the strongest image visually so I decided to turn the project round and end with me being blown out over the view.

I have selected a some of the text that deals with a sense of myself and place, and have weaved a bit of a reflective narrative.

I once was lost
then they gave me a sign
you are here
you are now
laughter is not the best medicine
I like swimming at night
jumping with a lover
JUMP – the view is fine
I like umbrellas – they are spotty
I can see for ever – when its windy

It ended up turning in to a pretty personal piece dealing with growing up.
The search to find oneself , relationships drugs depression and out the other side ultimately being comfortable with ones self.
Each line has its own relevance and flow on nicely from the previous one.

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Where to from here ?

I stared and read through these words for a long time. Now I have this text what can I do with it. All the ideas I had previously of how I might realise this project just didn’t fit. I could Animate the whole piece but the just wasn’t the time for that. I like the I can see forever when its windy line, implies visions of cliff tops and begin dispersed out in to the distance.

I think I’ll work the piece around this line there other lines about jumping etc.

Maybe film some footage from cliff tops and just start putting this together and see where it goes.

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Automatic writing transcribed

This is not me doing this it’s an electric bunny with 2 eyes left of centre and a machine gun nose, Holding the holiday, finding a reason to be in the existence of an irregular cube is nothing to be afraid its just the same as lying to a friend, jumping with a lover or swimming at night. Laughter isn’t the best medicine. Lust is better than toast. Everything you do is to be ignored it sometimes wants ice cream. I can see forever when its windy. I can reach the mountain top. I love umbrellas they are spotty. Ice is faster than cheese. Foolishness is a pleasure never to be forgotten and left at the bottom of an old shoe box. It’s some tine since I last saw a robot with chicken legs and a sombrero. I love swimming but not with other sharks. Ling is a sport most confronting. Nice is nice but not so fine. I live watering the hedges with an electric watering can. The window leads to possibilities while the door is firmly locked. Jump the view is fine, live. The road is cold, look live love there cant be much else to it. I once was lost but then they gave me a sign. You are hear. You are now. No one will take you away from here, they can’t take away now. I love my dreams and thoughts, like a bed full of icecream ,vans, stopping luring calling, excitement of promise extends that of reality, feed, offering, seizing, leaching, reaching, teaching to be is obvious least we see the sky fall on your own or not at all see what I see.

whose there.

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The cold light of day.

Making coffee slightly dazed, my daughter finds my scrap of paper, completely covert in scrawl, wow whats all this she asks, what indeed I grab it , oh just something for school as I hide it under my book. (what did I write last night).

I can’t face it until after my coffee, no need to worry nothing that I need to hide and I doubt she could have read that scrawl anyway. I remember writing some of it but not all (some i just can’t quite make out, or even guess at). I can see bits that I recognise and a lot I don’t. The start is obviously me trying to write something odd, but much of the remainder actually surprises me.

My favorite Line is “lust is better than toast”.

Well after hours of trying to be clever and not able to let go I finally did it, a piece of writing dragged from the void.

words

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Seems like as good a time as any.

Thursday night before easter, Nothing on the next day so it seemed like as good a time as any to get some automatic writing (Talking) done. Everyone else a sleep the house quiet… perfect.

Accept none of it was very automatic I constantly fell into bringing up ideas and words I had had previously (just the good bits of course) hardly non censored, hardly automatic, and of course those bits were no longer fresh or exciting,just contrived, forced awful. If only I had recorded them when they happened.

There were some random bits as well, but they never seemed to last. I just can’t seem to let go, speaking out loud is different to speaking it in you head, maybe its the mic. The whole speech thing goes of for hours. Most of it self referential, about how I hate words, thoughts are deeper than words, word are just inventions used to describe them, etc. I did like one bit about seeing a small boat on an ocean in the boat is a man, a man fishing for words, but catching only letters. A boat full of letters, but no words. I hate words…

Nice but after finding that, then each subsequent recording tried to bring that again.

Many recording later I did an exercise just saying the first word that came in to my head starting with each letter of the alphabet, that was fun and stopped me thinking for a while.

I finally gave up on the whole speech thing, maybe the trouble is years of censoring my self when speaking (although I manage to usually say the wrong thing, there is some very flawed editing going on) I still think ahead of my speech with plenty of time to steer the conversation.

I found a scrap piece of paper one of my kids had been cutting up, grabbed a pen and put down the mic.

Its was well after 3am the light were dimmed to practically off (I kept look at things) and I decided to just write something stupid (I think before I was trying to write something smart), just to let go.

Some time later I’m startled by my wife wondering what the hell I’m doing sitting in the dark and why don’t I come to bed.

I’m tired ,what am I doing? bed sounds good. I stumble off.

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Talking not writing

Most nights I go to sleep trying to have automatic conversations streams of words pouring out. I start the day in a similar fashion talking to myself in the shower, endless dialog  its actually quite entertaining (to me)some parts I like quite a bit. I just need to find some time to record some.

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Again

More efforts and I start imagining scenes, seems more than a little contrived but I write down what I see.

Slightly put off by the notion, I write slowly which gives me too much time to think ahead of my hand controlling editing censoring as I go.

I’m thinking I may overcome this by recording a stream of dialog rather than writing.

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Is it done yet ?

Automatic writing seems o be a lot more work than the name suggests.

As usual I had been thinking way too much about this.

Some interesting reading about versions of this, psychics can use a similar process to channel spirits etc.

I had a few goes, i think maybe i was channeling Dr Zeuss as i just ended up writing words that rhymed, then tried letting go completely thinking of nothing and letting my hand write.  Interesting patterns looks like streams of letters but nothing I could put into words.

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