I've always wanted to compile the everyday videos that I record of random moments around the city etc into a project, perhaps overlaying music or words over it. I did think about the pixel text idea again. I was thinking perhaps I should explore the idea of 'WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU KILLS YOU LATER!!!' - into 'what kills you? what doesn't?' and expand on that with imagery/words. But for the past two days I felt more inspired by painting small studies than this video work so I've put this on pause for now. I feel I really need the drive to make something good.
Through the process of manipulating the video footage I really enjoyed the cropping / zooming in - it really highlights the important parts of the imagery presented. It gives a sort of intimate yet random picture of what we're looking at. When I look at all the videos together, I suppose it is telling the melancholy/ but bittersweet kind of way of life. The sadness that comes with the mundane everyday environments, actions... the fragility of life. Everything you see can wrap you in warmth or toss you into the cold darkness. Even kill you. So, what kills you? everything and anything can.
I forgot I randomly wrote this in my notes but:
Through the process of manipulating the video footage I really enjoyed the cropping / zooming in - it really highlights the important parts of the imagery presented. It gives a sort of intimate yet random picture of what we're looking at. When I look at all the videos together, I suppose it is telling the melancholy/ but bittersweet kind of way of life. The sadness that comes with the mundane everyday environments, actions... the fragility of life. Everything you see can wrap you in warmth or toss you into the cold darkness. Even kill you. So, what kills you? everything and anything can.
I forgot I randomly wrote this in my notes but:
what kills you and what doesn’t
what kills you? what doesn’t ?
(strawberry, cakes) (contrast imagery)
what kills you?
what doesn’t?
if death is inevitable, why should you fight it?
sometimes I feel like there is too much in my brain. I glance inside. It is empty, shadows, warm to the touch.
memories, invisible, float around in bruised colours. I wish they were tangible things that I can hold close. instead, they slip away from my fingers, across the lips, through the eyelashes. they evaporate into the sick grey. I am surrounded. everything is contaminated with everything else. I am contaminated by you. you are contaminated by me. we are all laughing in this sick world together. let’s celebrate! let’s celebrate each time we turn a year older, each year we outlive this sickness. the plague drenches us in layers, day by day, night by night, until we are so used to it we can’t feel it anymore. darkness is simply the absence of light. why does light always take all the glory? darkness is always there to catch us when we fall. a comforting abyss.
the contrasts that exist in this world baffle me at every moment. how can one thing completely be the opposite, at the same time? how can pain be beautiful? how can dying be living? how can wars bring peace within?
anything can kill you. anyone can kill you. you can kill anything. you can kill anyone. this is the truth we live in. we are all good and we are all bad. we can all hold a knife and shoot a gun. we can cry hot tears and laugh real laughs in the next second. we are all twisted, terrifying animals of destruction. yet we are the most fragile. yes, in the end, we kill ourselves from inside out, outside in. we open the door to our hearts and swallow the key.
black and blue and purple and green
Ive never seen a world so mean
they will catch on if you fall
darkness will smother all your calls