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03/30/2015 11:23:25 PM |
| Hard to find words, but very moving. The images to the music enhanced what seemed to be a painful story. Well told. |
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03/11/2015 11:38:46 AM |
| i really enjoyed this John. and the repetition at the end lingering on that bench, brilliant. |
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03/11/2015 10:43:55 AM |
| So many great photographs and you have expertly faded them into and out of each other to the perfect music. I enjoyed the video very much. |
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03/10/2015 01:16:35 PM |
Your session of photographs seem to be made for that music. I looked at the essay without soundtrack and what happened is that I only had favorites and did not see the glue between them or was too keen on why some were in color, some in B&W.
Everything works so well together and it's paced so beautifully that I waited for each note to lead me to its image.
When I go to the Opera and I see the subtitles I regret the time when we were left to sink into the music and the visuals only. Most of the time I knew well the libretto but always tried to leave it behind. Conversely I wish that I in your essay I did not understand the lyrics. but this is a minor point and totally subjective.
I particularly like the vulnerability expressed in your film. |
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03/07/2015 03:51:26 AM |
I hope this essay does not mean what it feels like.
If it does, I don't think I can make a coherent statement about it. So I will have to assume it does not.
But I can't now. If you hadn't pierced it through its autumn with that picture of yourself, looking like a distinguished actor's bio picture in a Shakespearean programme, I'd paradoxically have been able to convince myself that you were only playing. If that picture had been treated like all the rest, I'd have been OK. But it wasn't; it was a fixed point, a pivot, and everything else was receding from it. Receding backwards, receding forwards.
Crikey. I'm done, for now. And it's that bloody Any Winehouse's fault as much as yours.
Can't even manage my customary thank you. |
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03/05/2015 09:46:33 AM |
I've played your essay a few times and Don has spotted what makes this work. The slow fade in and out of your images and how they overlay one another. Some images seem almost random but how they fade in and out makes it all work. Although the content is entirely photographs it appears nothing is fixed. The transitions are continuous and your alignment of images is brilliant. Very enjoyable!
Sad to loose Amy Winehouse at such young age. |
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03/04/2015 03:10:18 PM |
in this essay, the photos fade into each other. this photo already looks like it's fading into something else. So does the last photo. There is no stable image, no moment frozen. Your essay is as fragile and beautiful as the world in front of the camera.
Color fades to black and white. People fade to black and white. Family fades out and in... with yourself in the middle.
what makes this good? what makes a melody good? damned if I know. |
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