here you shall find me

..for the next 50 odd days at least. after sifting through this pretty lot I can dedicate some serious time to final cut and perhaps have something that could be justified as a showreel...fingers crossed.
goodbye society...ill see you on the other side.
xXx

fATE...

has a weird, dark sense of humour sometimes.giving you a glimpse,a moment of what could/should/would have been...before changing its meandering course and seeking out the next lightbulb moment to aim at you. iF you're too slow to catch it...the bulb will drop and shatter into 10's of tiny fragments of doubt and pointless yearning at what you have missed. but in those moments, when the lightbulb is caught safetly in your mind, that amazing glow will light up your eyes enough to make them sparkle with inspiration.
yes....fATE has a weird, dark sense of humour sometimes.
here are some lightbulbs.

now where is my camera?

stop motion. I do love it...actually truely from the bottom of my pencil case love it.
Have a looksy at these because, well, they're amazing-true proper skills by the guys that made them. Dont think I've seen such craftsmanship since the owl and the pussycat converted their ensuite corner bath into a beautiful pea green boat.

oh and check out a guy called PES he's pretty ace too.
Enjoy.
xXx

Death Cab for Cutie - Little Bribes from Ross Ching on Vimeo.

Sorry I'm Late from Tomas Mankovsky on Vimeo.

A quick trip to the north of northness

Heres a few pictures of my mini adventure to thurso. Its a pretty place.

I do really like words

especially when theyre put to music so nicely like these

miles benjamin anthony robinson- buriedfed

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a3O8rsGl5o

airbourne toxic event- sometime around midnight

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfLM-LwTurQ

'he should make a modest film about herrings.'

I'm not too sure why this quote by a Mr S.Tallent had such an impact on me. Perhaps it was the insomnia I had developed, the copious amount of strong tea I had digested, or the sheer panic I felt about every aspect of my future.

The final year at uni, especially the last couple of months does strange things to a person.

Every decision about the future that you make appears to have a 'set in stone' sense of finality, making it open to scrutiny and raised eyebrows if it is deemed to be leading you down a yellow brick road rather than a street paved with gold. Fantasies do not withstand the third degree of others and constant questioning will persuade you to wrap dreams tightly in a spotty handkerchief and join the rat race.

But this quote, this seemingly random and irrelevant quote, made me remember why I chose to spend 3 years learning about the importance of documenting. Every person, object and herring, holds some degree of significance.

It may not be lucrative to devote your time searching out fascinating moments of beauty and there are few accolades for capturing these split-second events, but to step out onto those yellow bricks is not completely crazy. To persuade a person otherwise is.

This quote epitomizes the moment I chose to put on my ruby shoes, click my heels and wait for the whirlwind. For that alone, I am forever grateful to Mr Tallent and his herrings, however modest they were.