Sep. 14th, 2009

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Occasionally, I even leave the studio.

My job, my job. My job is lots of fun. My job is OK paid . My job is run by a band of merry nutters. My job is full of rather pretty people. My job is quite trivial. My job is ego-oriented. My job can do some good but there's no guarantee. My job entails a goldfish bowl environment where every feeling is magnified. My job is full of non-constants and random factors. My job is emotions based. My job therefore is intensely subjective and not always fair or kind. My job is demanding. My job is exhausting. My job is consuming. My job is consuming me.

And though I love my job, it is time to look beyond to other projects. My work so far has been kindly but clearly cut to ribbons by someone who really knows what they are talking about. 'What we need now,' They say, 'Is footage of [smokingboot] out on the streets, laughing, shaking her hair back, natural and talking with passion.' Passion. What am I passionate about? And what makes me laugh? Bloody hell, I can barely remember. If you recall, please drop me a comment below and remind me, it would be good to hear!

Other projects wait patiently while I faff about for cash, then come home and collapse.

One tiny project is not for gain or furtherment, but because I couldn't help writing it, one that I would like someone to film. I have found some very gifted film makers who have the right kind of feeling for my project: They have created this 90 second wonder below:

http://www.vimeo.com/6468803

Beautiful. The only trouble is, while they have the right love of the sea and poetry, my little piece may well require an understanding of Shakespeare's Tempest to be filmed correctly. Indeed, it may well require knowledge of that play to make sense at all, a massive flaw! Having said that, I don't mind it not making sense as long as it captivates, but it has other massive flaws too; too talky, too stilted, I don't know how to describe each shot and more than that, what is it exactly? I haven't written it for anything, never a good start.I suppose there's a festival somewhere the finished article might be shown at...meanwhile there is so much to be done to more purpose than this. I feel guilty because this isn't a professional piece, I have not written it for a market. I wrote it for me.

Apologies to chums I haven't got back to, I need a holiday. Or a blow to the head. Something like that.

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