old dogs and new tricks

Made some changes to this old piece of work before submitting it to be printed in a thing.
Will be working on another, bigger, thing inspired by this thing next year...

Old curtains pulled back and light spills into the room, now a haze of dust, unsettled, gently drifting and landing soft on undisturbed sheets of bright white paper. 

How did these survive the fires?

blazing saddles


flies on distressed hessian [old]

FLIES | FLIES | FLIES | FLIES | FLIES

old-school[girls]


Another piece from dusty machines

her hands were cold as stone



re-post [audio improvement scheme]

Pencils getting smaller smaller smaller. Sharpening, again. Sol awaiting deployment. Fractured sentiments. A stranger in a hurricane rainstorm.

Break

End.

oh hide me deeper in your peace further




sent to the sea

Here we have a short film that I made. My good friend, Will, did the incredible sound, and a young woman I have been acquainted with for many years withstood bitterly cold winds in the winter of 2009. I had to make a lot of compromises for this project [budget], so overall it disappoints me a little. Never say never. Things die and are reformed, that is the nature of things.





christmas video

william morris did our sound, and we got a ghost to play Szanta

dusty hard drive [portable]



from ref photo [can't find note for credit]



the city walls
it hides in the corner of an unlit room and plants blood red kisses on your sleep face

para-activity and otherness

I received some interesting post recently to my P.O box address. It's to do with my sideline work as a paranormal investigative journalist. Fox Mulder, of the F.B.I's notorious X-Files dept has contacted me before, but this time he was especially vain. Sending, along with something of an interesting matchstick, a picture of himself. A call for help? You decide.














Then, a few days later, another package arrived, this time it was obvious. Someone is trying to communicate with Mulder, through me, it must be important. These Nails and unknown white substance were concealed with foil...to stop you know who getting wise.















It's a shame, I haven't heard anything else since. I hope Fox is OK, last time we spoke he was garbling something about big heads and feeling sorry for someone. Maybe he found Samantha. Or maybe he saw Eugene in series 4/5 of Lost, using the alias "Horace Godspeed".

Someone needs to Warn Scully. I would, but we haven't spoken since she changed her hair and started to talk all English.

...I tried, I really did. I even drew her a little picture of her, or how I see her, from in my mind.