A Nocturnal Reverie

In such a night, when every louder wind
Is to its distant cavern safe confined;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings,
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, famed for the owl's delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs the wand'rer right:
In such a night, when passing clouds give place,
Or thinly veil the heav'ns' mysterious face;
When in some river, overhung with green,
The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen;
When freshened grass now bears itself upright,
And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite,
Whence springs the woodbind, and the bramble-rose,
And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows;
Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes,
Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes
When scattered glow-worms, but in twilight fine,
Shew trivial beauties watch their hour to shine;
Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light,
In perfect charms, and perfect virtue bright:
When odors, which declined repelling day,
Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray;
When darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
And falling waters we distinctly hear;
When through the gloom more venerable shows
Some ancient fabric, awful in repose,
While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal,
And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale:
When the loosed horse now, as his pasture leads,
Comes slowly grazing through th' adjoining meads,
Whose stealing pace, and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear:
When nibbling sheep at large pursue their food,
And unmolested kine rechew the cud;
When curlews cry beneath the village walls,
And to her straggling brood the partridge calls;
Their shortlived jubilee the creatures keep,
Which but endures, whilst tyrant man does sleep;
When a sedate content the spirit feels,
And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals;
But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed,
O'er all below a solemn quiet grown,
Joys in th' inferior world, and thinks it like her own:
In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all's confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued.


By Anne Finch

Six Men Getting Sick (Six Times)

I have a DVD with the short films of David Lynch and, as he is insanely strange and surreal, have been watching it for some ideas. Six Men Getting Sick (Six Times) caught my attention because the film is of film projected on to a wall, with some permanent drawings on. What I really like about this is that experimental film is also about playing with the physical medium of film itself and this I think is great way to do that.  

Locations

We have decided to have two main locations in our film.

1st. The Forest
To include footage of the lost girl walking through trees and down paths
lots of nice reflections
We also want to try and do some light art here, basically having long exposure times while moving lights. Ideally we will do a stop motion animation with this.. but this is pretty difficult, so we will have to see how well it works on the day as to whether we use it or not.

2nd. Bedroom
The plan is to have a bedroom covered in paper and filled with hanging origami animals. This is going to be a room filled with memories. We plan to film a lot of stuff of the actual origami but also of the girl, as if the individual is actually trying to recall specific memories but its all sort of muddled..

Thoughts and Ideas

We are thinking of basing our film around dreams as this instantly gives us the scope to do pretty much what ever we want. But also dreams have a really surreal element to them that we like the idea of playing with. We are also going to do a lot of stuff around forests and the natural growth and 'energy' that you get from a forest. Being so close to the Peaks I think we could get some really great footage.

Wanting to tie these ideas together to form some kind of narrative, we have decided to have the following loose storyline;

Our film is going to be based on the idea of dreams and loss. And how dreams are a actually a positive way to look at loss because it is a way for you to spend time with the lost person and talk to them. Dreams are also a way for simply remembering past times.

We are going to play around with elements of memory and muddled memories, to add to the surreal feel of the film.

Brainstorm

Fini

Our sound project is complete, and I am pretty happy with it. We checking that it sounded okay in Johnny's car speakers, which it did, so hopefully it will sound better in the actual assessment.

Overall, the whole production process went pretty smoothly. We thought a lot about our piece before we started recording so we had a good idea of what we wanted to achieve. I think a problem that we did have was in how to really express that our 'space' is a dystopian city on the brink. We played around with a few ideas but decided that we should try to get good recordings of sounds that would be in the city rather than descriptions or allusions to what was going on in the city. Though this may mean that it isn't immediately obvious that the city is based on a dystopian backdrop, I think the idea of a city and the respective rebellion that is taking place with in it, are pretty clear.

Edit

So far so good. The min bulk of the editing is complete and I'm happy with how it sounds. The frying onions work really well as rain, and as we begin with this it really sets the mood. Though I think it isn't that clear that it is set in a city that has just brought down a dystopian regime and is now in a bit of a mess, it certainly sounds like a city in ruins.. which I think is more or less the same thing..

Now all that is left to do is refine every aspect, ensuring that we have equal sounds on right and left speakers and they fade in and out appropriately, to effectively convey that our character is walking through streets.