Who are you? Video short.

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The call

harrasedbycrowsI’m pretty sure it was Tuesday last that I got the Clay Call. A Clay Call is a good thing, he’s a wise old bean, who essentially makes you feel a little more creative than you are actually feeling. It’s a good boost or kick up the arse to carry on with whatever little projects you have going on. And there are always…a lot…an enormous, life of their own, big fat lot indeed, with me. I’m one of those that love multiple projects, which can at times overwhelm and get confused. Focus at times isn’t my strong suit. Yes I’m that girl.

I’m a curious soul that quite frankly has too many thoughts (damn them) and sees beauty in the most extraordinary things. Clay knows me well, so when I got the Clay Call about this project it was perfect. Perfect subject matter for where I was in the world at that moment and the timing was good too, for once I didn’t have too many commitments. We were on.

I do some of my best work in collaboration, it’s easy to get into the flow of things and  we chivvy each other along. Each piece of Clay’s work I like and even though I occasionally shudder in embarrassment with my work, I think it will be OK with his stuff there. I trust Clay, so if he says something of mine is good and he wants it, I bite my lip and accept it. It feels like you are halving the risk but doubling the pleasure, which is always a good thing isn’t it?

We’ve lots of ideas for this project; as we are both writers we started out with a book. As I’ve started to exhibit my photos this year, we thought we’d bung a lot of those in too. Clay also takes a very fine pic, in fact his are my favourites so far, so we’re thinking of maybe an exhibition too…

Ideas, ideas, ideas. I’m excited, it feels right.

Hope you like the sneaky peek pic…

 

 

 

 

and the journey begins

Yesterday Cherry and I met to go through the 2nd draft edit. There was a lot of crawling around on our hands and knees, cats jumping, and scones – delicious scones with strawberry jam.  After a few hours, we had the final order sorted out.  The dominate themes at play were relationships gone awry, death, life and wandering.

The supporting images, in black and white, explore the offbeat details of suburban life.  There’s an undercurrent of a solemn solitary traveler drifting through the shadows unseen by the preoccupied suburban dwellers as they shuffle through a mundane existence full of sound and fury that ultimately signifies nothing.