Sneak Preview

Just a little glimpse into my set. Am going to try do a re shoot on 5x4 instead with the aid of a fellow student, as I seem to have an inability to work with one!

What Will Be Will Be

Currently I'm in between two states of emotion, excitement and anxiety, I believe the two will go well together in the production of my work, (I hear the two don't mix so well biologically). Dissertation seems to be making progress, a slow one at that, but nevertheless still progress. Plus I feel like I'm learning furthermore, which makes me feel like I have accomplished something, like when man landed on the moon. OK perhaps slightly exaggerated but still.
My practical will be shortly going into production, a little nervous as I have never constructed a set in my life, but currently it feels like it might just require basic DIY... that of which I do not have. This time I'm sure I will blame my tools.

Matthieu Lavanchy

Just someone I came across doing my research for university work. Quite liked it so thought I'd share. Simply he created his own character named Mr. Schuhlmann and its his reaction to living in terror of terror. 

MR. SCHUHLMANN or THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE

One memory lost

Well, I had been hoping to be putting some photographs up, but I mucked up. I won't be a bad worker and blame my tools.
I spent a couple of days in hospital documenting my fathers stay after having his knee replaced. Initially I wasn't going to come and visit as he preferred I focused on my university studies. However, surprise! I turned up armed with liquorish and a camera. Luckily my Pa was pleasantly surprised.
I couldn't wait for these photographs to come out and as an added bonus the hospital was amazingly lit.
So you can probably imagine how annoyed I felt when the film became exposed. I had been mainly relying on my film camera, taking limited shots on my mobile phone. I guess technology has always had its advantages.

There will be so much that will be forgotten, the little details such as the pattern on the curtain and the bed sheets, the Mr Juicy orange cartons, the strange physio machinery, the dinning room, the smiles on each family member and the sliding doors that provided each individual their private space whom all watched Strictly Come Dancing from the comforts of their own bed.

I guess not all is lost.