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Where Has The Sunshine Gone?
I have come to the conclusion that I am seasonally affected...right now! This isn't supposed to happen April-October.
Isn't it meant to be brilliant sunshine and hose-pipe bans, dogs dying in cars and young mothers being frowned at if their rapscallion of a toddler has the faintest hint of pink anywhere, teething or not?!
There is no packing lightly or taking just a light outer garment. No, it's socks and wellies and layers and umbrellas. How? Why? I really would like to know the answer to these Q's...
I believed those fonts-of all-knowledge weathermen (not so much weather-girls strangely enough) and their promises of long, hot, sweltering day and balmy warm evenings. Are you for real, guys? Who paid you how much to conjure up this convincing rouse between you? I, for one, demand a refund!!!
What else? There is nothing else! I am beyond caring. It upsets me so. I shall return when a glimmer of sunshine touches my cheeks and ignites my freckles into summer-ness again.
Having said that, I will return at some point...just in case it doesn't get gorgeously, sublimely, deliciously hot and sunny anytime soon.
Send you wishes for SPF30+
Fondest, as always
MissTip
It is done! Finally."Suffer 4Ur Art" has been made and submitted. What a relief.
I had problems galore with elements, namely the captured footage was nowhere near what I had specified in storyboard/discussion with cameraman. This coupled with learning Final Cut in such a short time meant that I didn't surface very often. As for eating, time in the kitchen was not an option.
The outcome of the past two weeks has been quite different to how I envisaged, not just in terms of those mentioned above but more so with my own transition. "Suffer 4Ur Art" was an emotional response to something tragic that happened in my life. However, it manifested as physical piece leaving the viewer with a completely altered and disparate notion of what the essence/foundation is.
As a consequence, I have been advised not to show this work as it will present a view of me that is contrary to who and what I am.
Am I disappointed? Not really. I have let go of much and learned much in this process. The one element I was a little frustrated with is my skill as a maker of short-film has dramatically improved and is not immediately available for public perusal. I shall have to be patient and create another work in order to demonstrate just how much I have evolved.
As of this moment, I return to an altered normality. Life is often lighter when one chooses closure of a hard or challenging aspect. I anticipate good things...
Fondest regards, as always,
Miss Tip.
That Was One Hell-Of-A Week.
Mon/Tues. How much cycling? I went back and forth to seamstress (Wittering) and sailmakers (Bosham) so many times that I lost count. My legs were in bits. I also, very stupidly thought, I would be able to manage to get a reel of industrial chain (14kg) home on my bike. Only just. And that was with rucksack strapped to the saddle.
Wed. Final touches. Gathering equipment. Flowers, drinks, food for the crew. I saved just enough energy for a late yoga class. And afterwards, had a collision with a car. I went into his rear as he stopped in the road to check out a road name that I was intending to turn right into. I unceremoniously went over my handlebars and ended in a heap, bloodied and bruised. Car following was sympathetic and offered assistance and phone number(?). Home. Iced injuries for two hours and prayed I'd make it up the stairs and would still be walking for shoot the following day.
Thurs. Ouch! So sore. The morning was as to be expected. I forgot the smallest, yet most vital element, 2x meat-hooks. But at least I wasn't in theatre while cameraman and lighting were setting up. Filmed from 10.30 til 12.45. Home. Lunch/debrief with cameraman. Beach!
Fri. Out and busy. Home and tidied away abandoned equipment. And then first look at footage. Not what I anticipated seeing. Went straight to yoga...with my bruises. Evening, I eventually started timecodes for Monday transfer.
Sat. Was awoken by a call. Friend was given a single ticket for Festival of Speed. Did I want it? YES PLEASE!! Did some chores and set off at lunchtime on my bike. I can't tell you how amazing this event is, even for a single girl wandering around. So much to see in the most splendid of locations. I made some friends for the afternoon, (see pics) who invited me to stay on for the party (Will Young & fireworks!) in the evening. I had a lovely time. Really lovely. Borrowed "his" pj's for chilly cycle home at 2am.
Sun. Up and baking. Cycled back to Festival with cake, pj's and a smile. I was invited to stay for the day, but my conscience got the better of me and I headed off for little x-country ride home and work. All timecodes completed.
I often I think I am bored. I should take a step back from time to time and realise how very full-up my time is and how utterly rewarding life can be. I am truly grateful to everyone who made this week happen for me. (Debbie Dawson, Ivan Bole, Phil King, Jamie Kluckers, Vince Fields, Lynn Hodge, Jess Bennett, Micheal Noor, Charlie Russell, Bradley? & JK) You are all stars!!
I send a smile to all...
Miss Tip
Where Has The Sunshine Gone?
