hi everyone! :)
i'm so honoured & excited to be a part of the team of resident curators for the site, as a video & text curator. i'm champing at the bit to support & encourage the incredibly talented writers, video-makers & remixers on hitRECord.
here's a little video i put together to introduce myself & tell you a bit about what i'm planning to do.
I think how you put on a duvet cover says a lot about you. I mean, first up you have the bolshy types who turn it inside out & pull it over their head, before grabbing the duvet and turning the cover back the right way round. They’re the not-afraid-to-get-their-hands-dirty folk who don't fear going head first into a situation, quite literally in these circumstances. Thinking outside the box while inside the covers. Creative problem-solvers. And, well, then you have the people who just crawl right on inside to get the job done and I’m pretty sure that has disasterous consequences most of the time - worst case scenario is suffocating for the clumsiest (and I’m sure it’s happened) - though I must say I admire their gumption.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, you have the people who shuffle it in a little at a time, feeding it in a bit then shuffling, feeding, shuffling more, all the while wriggling it around a bit to get it just into the right place. Cautious types. Methodical. They probably write to-do lists and never go overdrawn. And they also probably get all snarky at the unruly no-holds-barred just-shove-it-in-and-button-it-up people. Not really my kind of folk either. The do first and think later types. They’re the ones who phone into work on Monday mornings with hangovers. Plus, people who don’t understand the luxury of a well-made bed baffle me senseless.
As for me, I’m a four corners kind of girl. What that means is I wrangle in just enough duvet to reach the four corners of the cover, then I hold onto them for dear life and shake shake shake until all the rest of the duvet gets straightened out. And I suppose that shows that I like to get the very important stuff sorted and in position, then create a bit of chaos and watch the rest fall into place. It’s fool proof, works every time. Unless you’re a little too vigorous on your shaking, of course, and that’s when corners get dropped and you have to drag it all out & start again. And sometimes once you’ve shaken the duvet, you realise you had the duvet twisted in the middle all along. And you have to pull apart the poppers again and switch around the bottom two corners. Or, worse, you then twist the bottom corners the wrong way again getting a double twist and then you have to re-configure for a second time. And, well, sometimes you just have to sit down on your half-made bed, blow your matted hair out of your hot red-cheeked face and call a friend to come and help. Cause sometimes you've just got to have a friend on standby when you’re doing the important things in life, like making sure your duvet cover goes on in just the right way.
Stop Motion & Icon: IrmaVep
Music by: TheTenant & TheBoxSets
Key Illustrations: xobreexo23
Made & screened at Sundance Film Festival 2010.
INT. HOME - DAY
An ALARM CLOCK goes off. We see a montage of a man, GRAHAM, getting up & excitedly going about his morning routine as he gets ready & goes to work.
Do you ever feel like a salmon? Wait, hear me out.
So, there are all these fish: trout, cod, haddock,
rainbow trout - - uh, what were the ones in Finding
Nemo? Anyway, there's all these fish just going with
the flow, making their way sensibly down the river.
Then there's you, the stubborn little salmon forcing
your way upstream against the current, like an idiot.
Mondays make me feel like a salmon....
Audio & Story: MadisenMusic (& Gabrielle)
Images: Kimshuttle & tori
A long time ago, I had this idea for how to animate "Skip & the Turtle" by MadisenMusic, but I didn't have the time to complete it. Well, finally, a year later - here it is. :)
Beneath it all, beneath the smiles and the gentle resting of hands, I was water. I was a prayer. I had accepted the fate that was uncurling and I was imitating an obelisk. Starchy. Between the Saturday and the Sunday, it was the hour of it. No one knew, until it was in retrospect. Sucking on gums. The hand released from under the blanket, with its familiar ring, now still. The carved diamond glinting in the low light of the lamp. There was a finality in the way you had said god bless and in the way you had said goodnight. I had focussed on the door, then left for school, my head pounding like running footsteps on pavement, with the urge to move, to evangelise your makeshift bedroom, to bend open the roof and airlift you out of your disillusion. But I was not a brain surgeon. I was a girl....
the full double BREATHER page for the manifesto
there will always be an almost between us, silent like a shadow. a 'what if' every time our fingers brush together accidentally. (and sometimes on purpose.) it makes hour hands heavy in the time before i see you & the time after you leave. i wish i didn't breathe better in your company, life wasn't so colourful and i didn't know we would always just be an almost. we play in the same key, you and me. we always did. you mended me when i mended you when we both needed to be mended. it was messy. we were tired heads lolling, exhausted hands, red eyes, aching bodies from being huddled together on floors nursing hushed whispers. it was messy, but it had to be. we were losing light. we were broken. we seeped between the cracks of crowds and we pulled ourselves inside out in empty spaces...