secret smile

Little secrets, little gifts

to give someone a gift of happiness and not wanting anything in return is a beautiful thing.

to give a friend a secret note, to bring a smile to their face.

Heart made of sound- video

Softlightes - Heart Made of Sound from missha on Vimeo.

This one is amazing. The epic amount of words to be animated and thought of. an idea for each one and an idea for the musical parts and how they'd be represented. Some of my favorite parts where the guess who game, the slinky, the ice cubes, the sound part that is burnt. it's all goooooooddd.

Same director and same band as the previous post.

Wonderful Dreamy music video

The Softlightes - The Microwave Song from epb21 on Vimeo.

This is an amazingly dreamy song that transports me to a dream land. The video is equally dreamy and I love the use of light and colour.  The backgrounds, everything is amazing. At first I thought the singing hands were just daft and took the piss abit but after a while I loved them, they made me laugh and think of all kinds of wacky things.

The director is 'Kris Moyes' 

I will be posting another music video he's done for them in the next post but you should really check out the website and the rest of his work. plus all the videos on the website are good quality and better than the compressed ones on vimeo or youtube. This particular video benefits from better quality visuals.

Sunday morning childish antics

Todays' (is that correct grammar?) random childish thing I did was, as I walked to the shop there were lots of paving in the layout of a brick wall. You know, disjointed an all. Well I walked over these pavings and tried to place my foot in the middle of them and made sure it didn't go over the edge where the mortar is that sticks them all together. So lots of silly walking down the street, it was a sunday morning so nobody around, however a lot of towering apartment buildings are around so I'm sure someone looked down on me and thought that I looked a tad weird. ah well. Then I pretended they were all alive and made sounds for each one of them, imagine you stepped on a person and they'd make a sound wouldn't they?

" eep, eek, uuh, ug, aarr, oi, ou, ouch, ggrrr, fuk, gerr orf me ya fatty, honk, beep, squeak ".

If ya can't do something like that on a sunday, then life would be a bit dull me thinks.

light

i look back, i see pain, i see mistakes, i see wasted time

i look forward, i see only mist, searching for a light

Thursday socks

Thursday strolls on by. feeling blue, feelings confused. my socks are confused by other socks.
my week is starting to go downhill. i don't know what to do

Wednesday socks

Wednesday arrives. these feet have me done well. took me to a few great places. great laughs. mid-week, targets not met, could my working feeting let me down from here.

Tuesday socks

tuesday is here and so far, so good. slight hangover, but my toes are still tingling for trotting around.

Monday socks

Monday comes, i'm feeling good. It's a new day at the start of a new week. got me new socks on, i'm 'gonna rock em'.

escaping sand

grains of sand

passing through our hands

impossible to contain

time runs away from us

our life passes in a flash

oh how we try to get back the years

feverishly running around

you can't stop life escaping us

you can't stop death becoming us

the sand will disappear

your hands will be empty

enjoy, savour, embrace life while you still have it

regrets only open the gates wider

share your sand with others

share your love with others

i'll share if you will

wheres wally

I saw a fella today dressed just like wally from wheres wally. in this shopping centre in leeds. had the walking stick an binoculars an everything. i spyed a lady up on a balcony photographing him and giving him instructions by waving her arms around. everyone was amazed by this vision, i don't think many of them saw the lady up above so was a bit startled to see some random fella dressed as wally. i guess it was an art project.

it was enough to make my tea drinking habit more interesting

contextual study - Irina Rozovsky

Unlike other blogs that merely show some pretty pictures and nowt else, I on the other hand go into a bit more depth.

Granted, its a bit self-involved why i do this, because I do this to learn more about contextual writing. Also i do this just because i can and i enjoy looking at photography and other peoples work, then analyses it and responding to it.

This first image, is wonderful, it's the photographers mother and she's reaching up, she has a welcoming smile. kind of like, "come down from there dear, it's alright, mothers' here."

The second image is a great example of a moment caught. The picture really gives the viewer a strong indication what might be on this old chaps mind. disapproval - busy thoughts - power - malice.

The third image............"chocks away old chaps" hahaa. This bird is going for it, duhduhdahhhhh pigeon dive.  this is such perfect timing it's unreal, or it's a fantastic fluke. either one, it's great. I also wonder if the poor bird has just suddenly died and fell off that little wall.

The final image is very dreamy, full of scope. it's conjours up images in my mind of ufo's, space, wise old sage, promised land, utopia, heaven and oddly enough that giant turtle in terry pratchett's discworld novels that carries the whole world on it's shell.

check out the website of this russian photographer Irina Rozovsky

connected language

when worlds collide

when two or more people connect and start their own way of communicating, their own language.  a way of exploiting words, changing them, creating new meanings and significance. We have that on a regional scale with regional slang and sayings but when it's on a more intimate level, it's more fun. i like it when you talk to a person and other people around ain't got a clue what your jabbering about. 

connections...however tangible should be looked after.....that is was holds us all in place.

we wouldn't want to wobble all about now would we?

certainly not I.

well i've met someone like that. in the most mundane of spaces......a lift.

"I am over the distant aubade of the neon blue moon, that you like my language" - gemma pallett