Thursday, January 22, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

New year foibles

Been busy all of a sudden (as if it wasn't busy anyway through the holiday)with the start of the new semester at Sheridan, trying to kick up the layout class a notch, talking more about that big C of Cinematography, Continuity. This year they are being asked to submit assignments on film as well as on paper, providing shot tests of the work. Seeing your stuff on the screen is invaluable. After all, that's where it goes in the end.

Some notes and a couple of ANCIENT handouts, which I am updating and expanding for the twenty first century. But here they are as given out this time. Anyone remember these from the first time I gave these out? ...don't date yourself!

The business of screen direction and the so called line of action is usually approached in a very simple way in schools and books.

As the late Andrew Wyeth said, "All the rules are meant to be broken". The old caveats of standard Hollywood filmmaking and the watch words of the last 50 years just don't cut it. Especially in this day of Rock videos and MTV editing, with digital film and editing capabilities; the modern audience are very savvy and able to take unorthodox film technique.

So these sheets are VERY simplistic, but still of some value for the beginner, I hope?

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Twelfth Night

Well, I 'm two days late, actually. But there's still a bit of Yule log left! Burn it at both ends!
This is old art, but all I got just now!

Thursday, January 1, 2009

A New Year

Our house at this season, except the doors are red now.

Apologies to any and all who have been coming round to see something new. Interesting how posting can drop off if you don't make it a habit. End of this year was an awful frenzy. Completely missed Christmas. Hey, there was a time when we didn't even have these things. One used to write letters to people. Suffice to say it was a crazy year, both on and off the track. There's always something to make the year memorable, or hard to forget. Had lots of that this time. But time marches inexorably on. Moving it's slow thighs, as the poet said.
We must make this one count.