Passion

Tomorrow we are shamefully late in beginning the shooting of what is up until now to be named; “Moving Landscapes,” a mini documentary/feature about the mind and method of the visual artist. The video I envision creating, the overwhelming ambitiousness of it, seems like what a noob mountaineer would probably feel at the foot of Mt. Everest knowing he will have to climb to the top as the leader on his own expedition.
You see, I have never thought of myself as that much of a leader, or in these terms, a director. I always felt more like the talent. Like the Russian Ballet dancers exploited for their ability to stand on their toes so that they go home with oozing, puss-filled blisters gauzed-up in their slippers every night, while getting paid beans.
But in these days, collaboration is everything. And when no one has any ideas, we must be the ones to seek others out for collaboration, and then direct until our vision is achieved. Life is a constant struggle, it seems. It would be sad to die and have struggled with nothing left behind to show for it. This is why the artist’s job, to pass on ever-lasting beauty, is among the only jobs worth my full passion.

This tutorial was what helped me finally get my project exported. I kept getting these 18 second clips, that were from some random portion of one of my sequences. This is a tutorial on how to export media in Premiere Pro CS5, the version I am using from home, which is different from the one at the lab. Hence my struggles. After all the forehead grabbing, I realized it was the little yellow toggle thing that was limiting my video, seemingly arbitrarily, to 18 seconds. My frustrations melted when I figured this one out. Now I’m sitting and waiting for the darn thing to painstakingly export.

Pool Sharks

The Toomey Tools In-Class Assignment was a nice warm-up to the final project. It has allowed us to edit some nice footage, string the footage together while overlaying B-Roll, adjusting volume and adding lower-thirds.

Although this has allowed me to safely test the waters, I would now like to exclaim with a child’s imaginative horror that there are sharks in there and I refuse to go any further! 

But, like my entire childhood, I know someone is coming from behind me to throw me into the pool. Afterwards I will react indignantly.

In any case, there probably are no sharks in a pool where people swim. Looking back at those times, the water was probably just a little cold, and the situation overwhelming, so I naturally resisted.

That is where I stand now, once again; at the edge of the pool afraid to jump in because, at first, it is cold, I am making up wild excuses to put it off and am putting it all off again. The difference is now I am an adult. And I have realized that there are no sharks in pools. Time to jump in.

Thanksgiving Post

It was in this cold Starbucks where I now sit, clumsily typing with Miami-freezing fingers drunk on caffeine, where I came up with the idea for the script for my Chroma Key Project a few days ago. 

It was a feeler. A tongue-in-cheek attempt at buying more time while also testing the limits of creative expression in Jay’s RTV3260. Not the most tongue-in-cheek I can do, incidentally.

That’s not what I want to say here, however. I want to thank and congratulate the professor on giving his students the creative freedom to explore their projects and learn from them in the ways that benefit them the most.

Giving students the chance to execute their vision helps them become more invested in what they produce. It gives a sense of pride in their creative work. It’s like a the love a mother gives her child, versus her child’s friend when they hang out. She might make sure the kid is away from any imminent danger, but it’s not her baby and she’s not that invested so she probably just thinks that kid is annoying. 

Thank you, Professor Jay.