The older i get the more i love a chat over tea with my nan,
(Even if she does use a sneaky one tea-bag between two mugs) Nice. But you can learn a lot from your elders, like my grandma, Olywne Wilkins (oh god I'm not even going to try and attempt to spell that name) actually got around a fair bit in her time, modelled for a bit and has these amazing land girl stories to tell where-as sometimes she can happily just us believe she's all about bargain shopping at pound land and spam. God what is it with old people and spam. Or just spam in general?
It is about time i put up a new entry on here, I read through my last one and realised that my punctuation, grammer and structure is really very poor but then again its only blogging so i do hope you can excuse me. Also i realised i didnt post the link of the blog site i found that i mentioned in my last entry, and now i can't seem to find it again. When i was searching for definitions for agrophobia i found a young girls account of her life suffering with agrophobia and she described her experience as "life in box". So simple but beautifully tragic this is what i have entitled my latest film, also on agrophobia.
Check out this blog, Found this during my research and it really helped inspire me to create a more in-depth and emotional piece.
I never really understood it.
I'm Getting Old.
I'm 20 soon. Oh god. Never really pictured myself being 20 and now i feel i have to act more mature. But i really don't want to. I have that so called peter-pan complex, I really don't want to grow old, I'd like to stay 19 forever please. I spent so much of my childhood wanting to be older, have a job, be able to drive and now that I'm pretty much there i'd like to just stop time. This first year of Uni has gone so fast, I've met some amazing people, and learnt alot about trust and friendship, I've grown up, without even realising it. But I'm still ridicolously immature at heart, I spend far too much time at uni worrying about my degree and where I'm going in life that i forget how much i still love going driving with sam and spending time with some of the best mates i will ever have, and i appreciate them more now then i ever have because no matter where we all go in the country or how long we are apart, nothing or no one changes.
And i love them for it.
So What's new?
I'm being a bit of a bum really. I have all these creative ideas floating about and i'm constantly writing half-arsed scripts, started a short monologue about a girl in a daffoldils reflecting on modern 21st century society compared to the 1900s. I Have a bit of a soft spot for poetry,I'd love to make a few short visual films to accompany some of my favourites, for example John McCrae's "In Flanders fields"
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
And William Wordsworths "Daffodils" which always takes me back to my childhood:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Lets explore OUR possibilites.
lets go out on a summers day with a handheld mini dv camera
and the people that mean the most to us and lets make our own little masterpieces. lets make
thoughtful little pieces constructed from hours of endless and irrelevant footage, shot with shaky hands,
specks of dirt on the lense, over exposed and poorly framed. But lets appreciate them for a purpose
a bit more then doing everything to the book. lets for once not worry about continuity, about actors remembering lines, creating a sense of realism and worrying about the pace or emotion. Lets just film our friends, our families, on days we want to remember, because at the end of it all, these dusty old VHS family movies are the ones that always matter the most.