Blade Runner – Vangelis Music Video

July 22, 2009

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Now this is what movies and movie soundtracks should be like…The Director’s Cut is one of the greatest films of all time – so glad that Ridley Scott was able to release it because the original got butchered by the studio.
– FlashAddict

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Edward Burtynsky: An Uneasy Beauty – Photographs of Western Canada

February 8, 2009

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I went to view the exhibition yesterday and the images were incredible – take the time to go out to Surrey and check out Burtynsky’s work.
– FlashAddict

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Nickel Tailings No. 34, Sudbury, Ontario 1996

Nickel Tailings No. 34, Sudbury, Ontario 1996

Nickel Tailings No. 35, Sudbury, Ontario 1996

Nickel Tailings No. 35, Sudbury, Ontario 1996

Surrey Art Gallery
p. 604.501.5566
f.  604.501.5581
or email


13750 – 88 Avenue, 1 block east of King George Hwy.
in Bear Creek Park

Surrey, BC Canada V3W 3L

Exhibition reception: January 24, 2 – 4pm
Film Screening: February 1, 2:30pm
Artist Talk: February 12, 7pm

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Considered one of Canada’s most important living photographers, Edward Burtynsky creates photographs that are “reflecting pools of our time,” dramatically recording the impact of industrial progress and human development. This exhibition features large format photographs, many never previously exhibited in British Columbia. They show both the vast wilderness and impressive landscapes of western Canada, and the monumental scale of the resource Industries that underlie the Canadian economy.

Presented by Vancouver 2010 Cultural Olympiad.

http://www.surrey.ca/Living+in+Surrey/Arts/Surrey+Art+Gallery/Exhibitions/Exhibitions+-+Current.htm

http://www.edwardburtynsky.com/

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MANUFACTURED LANDSCAPES is a feature length documentary on the world and work of renowned artist Edward Burtynsky. Burtynsky makes large-scale photographs of ‘manufactured landscapes’ – quarries, recycling yards, factories, mines, dams. He photographs civilization’s materials and debris, but in a way people describe as “stunning” or “beautiful,” and so raises all kinds of questions about ethics and aesthetics without trying to easily answer them.

The film follows Burtynsky to China as he travels the country photographing the evidence and effects of that country’s massive industrial revolution. Sites such as the Three Gorges Dam, which is bigger by 50% than any other dam in the world and displaced over a million people, factory floors over a kilometre long, and the breathtaking scale of Shanghai’s urban renewal are subjects for his lens and our motion picture camera.

Shot in Super-16mm film, Manufactured Landscapes extends the narrative streams of Burtynsky’s photographs, allowing us to meditate on our profound impact on the planet and witness both the epicentres of industrial endeavour and the dumping grounds of its waste. What makes the photographs so powerful is his refusal in them to be didactic. We are all implicated here, they tell us: there are no easy answers. The film continues this approach of presenting complexity, without trying to reach simplistic judgements or reductive resolutions. In the process, it tries to shift our consciousness about the world and the way we live in it.

2006, Canada, 90 mins.

http://www.mongrelmedia.com/films/ManufacturedLandscapes.html


My Personal Journey…

January 28, 2009

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Given the significance that today’s date holds for me personally, I would like to share with you the Journey that has most affected my life in so many ways…
– FlashAddict

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On January 28th, 1994, I was suddenly woken up at around 4:30 am by my father. Without my glasses on, my mind still groggy and with the hallway light silhouetting him from behind, my father said the following words to me, “Mom is dying…”

I was 18 years old at the time, in first year at college, yet all that I could mutter in response was, “Noooooooo…” When I think back to that moment, I felt as weak as a child and completely helpless to do anything. We had known since mid-October when my mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer that this might be the eventual outcome, but until that moment arrives, you live in a bubble, unwilling to accept the truth.

My father and I were the only ones in the house at the time, seeing as though my sister had moved out a few months before and my brother was on Vancouver Island, having flown a courier run during the night from Vancouver to Victoria. I quickly got dressed and my father called both my sister and our good family friend Jan Rutledge (who had recently lost her own father a few months before) and told them to come up to the house as quickly as possible.

In the half hour or so that my father and I waited for them to arrive, the BC Cancer Clinic had called again to say that my mother had passed away. I asked Jan what to do at that point and she told me that I would have to decide whether to see my mother’s body or not. She told me that when her father died, she chose not to view the body, yet something inside me pushed me to go as this might be the last chance that I would have to spend time with my mother (in an ethereal sense mind you).

My sister finally arrived and my father had gotten a hold of my brother in Victoria as well – he would be flying over to Vancouver as soon as possible and asked my father to pick him up at the airport, while my sister and I drove to the Cancer Clinic together. As we drove into Vancouver, the morning scenery was simply breathtaking – the sun was starting to rise over the mountains in the east with not a single cloud in the sky. It’s weird how you notice details like that in the face of such tragedy, yet that sunrise was the most vibrant and beautiful sunrise I had ever seen in my life.

When my sister and I arrived at the clinic, we walked up together and met the nurses at the station outside my mother’s room. They tried their best to comfort us, but I simply didn’t know how to feel or react at that point, I was just in a kind of sick limbo. They led us to her room and my sister decided to go in first while I waited outside. I stood there feeling like a fool, not knowing what to do or what to say and then after about 15 minutes or so, my sister came out – eyes bloodshot and teary. I gave her a hug and tried to console her as best I could. One of the nurses led her to a “family room” that they have set aside for families to grieve in situations like the one my own was going through and then it was just me left standing there – do I go in or not?

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door and walked around the corner of the room. There lying motionless, face locked and eyes glazed over was my mom. As soon as I saw her, my body went numb, my legs buckled and I collapsed to the floor. I wailed and cried like an infant for God knows how long – I simply don’t know because during that moment, I went insane. I lost complete control of my emotions and concept of time or reality.

After what I think was about 20 minutes or so, I slowly regained my composure and crawled up the wall so that I could stand up. I then walked over to the bed and I reached out to touch her, but something inside me said, “No, that isn’t your mom anymore,” so I retracted my hand and gazed at her one last time. I could see that her eyes were starting to turn white and that her jaw was locked open and so I decided that I had seen enough. It was this final and brutal dose of reality that finally made me realize and accept the fact that my mother was dead that allowed me leave the room.

As I closed the door, I saw that my father and brother had just arrived and they were talking to my mother’s doctor who had also just arrived. As they walked into my mother’s room, the nurses saw that I was very much emotionally drained and on the verge of collapsing again and went and brought a chair for me to sit on outside in the hallway. The doctor came up to me and tried to offer words of comfort to me but I couldn’t say a word. I just sat there motionless, looking him right in the eyes, all the while my mind was screaming, “YOU LET MY MOTHER DIE!!!!!!!!” After a minute or two, he realized that I was not in the mood to be comforted and went inside to talk to my father and brother. Then after awhile, I regained some of my composure and left so that I could go to the family room and try to comfort my sister.

It was during this time that I called two close friends of both myself and my mother, Leslie Abramson and Caroline Porter (I am also friends with her son Andrew). Leslie is the co-owner of a flower shop in Tsawwassen where I used to work at and was also a long time political ally and friend of my mother’s. Tragically, she had also lost her own son just a few months beforehand and knew the pain that I was feeling. She told me to call the local funeral home and make arrangements for them to come and collect my mother’s body. Caroline was equally as shocked as Leslie to hear that my mother had died and also helped me during that most desperate of times.

After about another 20 to 30 minutes my father and brother emerged from the hospital room where my mother was lying and we came together as a family to try and comfort one another. We decided to drive back to the family home in Tsawwassen to grieve together and to try and come to terms with what had happened. Whereas I drove my sister’s jeep to the clinic in Vancouver, I was still in such a state of shock that I asked my sister to drive us home.

Throughout the entire drive back home though, I kept thinking just how vibrant the sun, the trees, the mountains and everything around me looked and I have never before nor since seen such a beautiful sky.

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Blocked by Facebook – Personal Journeys – Help John with his Art Project

January 17, 2009

Hello everyone,

Well, I guess the automated powers that be at Facebook have blocked me from sending out anymore Friend Requests to fellow Emily Carr University students/faculty/associates linked in to the school groups that can be found when you do a search. I can understand why they have such automated features, but it’s frustrating to be lopped into the same category as spammers, phishers or other types of crooks.

Because of this, I am asking for your help. If you feel that this project has merit and is worth the effort to bring in others to tell their stories as well, I would like to ask you to invite your friends to join the event. The future of this project is now in your hands as I cannot do it without you. Please help me in seeing this project become a reality because it means so much to me and I know that it means a great deal to you as well.

Sincerely,

John DeVeaux

– Here is the link to the Facebook event page -Personal Journeys – Help John with his Art Project

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=46093168338

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As a gift to everyone, please go to:

https://flashaddict.wordpress.com/2009/01/15/shot-by-shot-analysis-of-the-music-video-glosoli-by-sigur-ros/

The lyrics are sung in Icelandic, yet one need not know what the words mean in order to interpret the value and depth that they and the imagery convey. I actually don’t want to know what the lyrics translate to in English because it would take away the beauty and serenity that I found interpreting it myself.

Enjoy!

Instructions:
1. Watch the full video without pause to understand the essence of the piece.

2. Read through my shot-by-shot written breakdown.

3. Watch the video again and take in a new personal understanding of the imagery.

4. Rewind and go back to individual shots and if you feel inspired, write down what they mean to you and compare them to mine.

5. Smile and feel a sense of peace = All will be OK.

John

Please be kind to my film terminology – there were so many terms that we learned last semester, that it was a bit of information overload and I may have mixed some up 🙂

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PS After spending 15 minutes trying to find out how to actually send an email to Facebook customer service, I sent them the following letter asking for their help as well:

To whom it may concern,

I was just recently blocked from sending friend requests on Facebook. As a result of that, I felt it would be prudent that I send you an email to let you know that I am not some dirty old man trying to prey on young children, nor am I a nefarious crook trying to swindle little old ladies out of their life savings.

I understand that you guys have to have set TOS standards and I know why I was tacked onto the list of possible spammers/crooks by sending friend requests. I have been in your shoes as I have worked many customer service gigs, most importantly when I worked for eBay in their investigations department and had to respond to complaints sent in my members about other members, with spam being one of the biggest issues reported.

That being said however, I am just an aspiring art student struck by inspiration and in the process of trying to invite people to join my Art Project as I feel that it is a great event to participate in. I am not trying to sell anything, I am just asking people to share their stories with me and am sending Friend Requests to my fellow art students and art enthusiasts (people who would want to participate in such an event). I’m not asking for much here, but please check out my event page and see for yourself “Personal Journeys – Help John with his Art Project.” I’m not a bad guy, I’m just trying to create a beautiful piece of art and to allow people to tell others their story.

Please let me know where I can go from here – I need your help.

Sincerely,

John DeVeaux


Shot-by-Shot analysis of the music video – Glósóli by Sigur Ros

January 15, 2009

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Our Video Art instructor, Christine Stewart played this video as her contribution to the Personal Inspiration Project that all of the students showed in class today. As chance would have it, I had just recently published this video on both my blog and facebook pages and had just watched it the night before as it is one of my all-time favorites. Seeing as though my main art piece is focusing on Personal Journeys, I wanted to take things a bit further, so I decided to do my own personal shot-by-shot analysis of the video after class. This process allowed me to gain a much deeper understanding of the piece and its internal Journey.  I hope that you will enjoy it – I know I did!
– FlashAddict

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Sigur Ros – Glosoli

– 0:01 – solitary chord lingers as the screen fades in revealing a young boy sitting on the edge of a body of water with a drum by his side – searching the horizon from side to side – Little Drummer Boy = leader and protector
– 0:10 – cue music – first cut – reveals a dirty over the shoulder closeup of the Little Drummer Boy and his hair blowing in the wind
– 0:13 – second cut – closeup of the Little Drummer Boy‘s drumstick resting in his fingers on his lap – he releases the first tap in his fingers to the beat of the bass
– 0:21 – after a few other closeups of the drumstick – the main beat of the song comes up and the Little Drummer Boy starts tapping his foot to the beat
– 0:25 – the Little Drummer Boy feels a call to action, stands and picks up his drum – the journey is about to begin…
– 0:35 – incredible shot when the Little Drummer Boy walks into the frame to walk up the hill and the camera pans from right to left to follow him up – wonderful imagery – again to the change in the song’s beat
– 0:45 – we see the Little Drummer Boy traversing a quite difficult patch of volcanic rock fields and hills that goes far off in the distance to the horizon = the journey is long but worthwhile
– 0:47 – again to the change in the beat, the Little Drummer Boy pauses when he realizes that he is not alone – he needs friends to join and help him on his journey = compatriots
– 0:54 – to the beat of the drumming, the Little Drummer Boy bangs his drum once as a rallying call to whoever is living in the rock house on the hill
– 0:56 – beautiful scene of the young girl raising her head from under the rock wall while wearing the cute bear head costume and then we see the Little Drummer Boy – she is wary to join him but he gives her a simple yet lovingly warm smile in return = All will be OK – then his head swivels to the left to lead her and her sister (who pops up afterwards) to follow on the journey
– 1:15 – tender scene between the two sisters and the older one holds the hand of her younger sister and helps her traverse the difficult volcanic landscape
– 1:19 – scene opens up to reveal another young boy waiting on a rock in the middle of the volcanic rockfield as if he has been waiting for them all along
– 1:22 – the boy is apprehensive and a bit scared to follow however he doesn’t want to get left behind as the others continue on with their journey
– 1:27 – hey guys wait for me – he seems to emote as he finds his courage and runs after the group to join them
– 1:35 – another tender moment as the group encounters a small stream blocking their path – Little Drummer Boy lends his hand to the girls and the new boy to help them across
– 1:42 – the camera pans through the swaying long grass to reveal the serene face of a young and cute icelandic girl with the face of an angel – which then opens up to more shots of the faces the other children sitting in the grass and sharing tender moments together (as if they are inside the womb) – culminating in the Little Drummer Boy smiling a reassuring smile again = All is Good
– 2:13 – the group of children decide to keep marching and leave the protective womb of the high grass fields
– 2:19 – shot reveals girls playing skip rope and young boys hanging out and simply being boyz getting into trouble and mischief – yet they also feel the tapping of the drumbea with their feet and feel the desire to join the journey as well
– 2:28 – the cadence of the musical beat changes to that of a clapping staccato rhythm – scene opens up to reveal two boys trying to light an abandoned car on fire with a gerrycan of gasoline and an open flame (never a good idea) – makes me giggle a bit when the boy with the gerrycan spills some of the gasoline and could have nearly lit himself on fire!
– 2:34 – and still the beat goes on – as we see the feet of the children walking and drumming along to the beat
– 2:37 – they cross a threshold of manmade technology (the road/highway) cutting through the pristine and untouched wilderness and yet the Little Drummer Boy leads them further into the wild = take the road less travelled
– 2:44 – shot of the three young girls building the rock monument/house out with a gigantic volcanic rock field = simple gestures can create powerful bonds
– 2:55 – the Visual Representation of Youth makes his appearance – the youngest child of the group – represented by a young boy sleeping in the rock field = beautiful, innocent, peaceful, serenity, youth
– 3:02 – the Little Drummer Boy realizes that the Visual Representation of Youth is sleeping so asks everyone to be quiet – and so they all scout out a place of their own to join the Visual Representation of Youth
– 3:16 – closeup shot of the Visual Representation of Youth – stirring slightly as the other children lay down – shhhhhhh – we have to be very gentle and quiet…
– 3:33 – young and cute icelandic girl with the face of an angel turns over because she can’t sleep – so she reaches out to grab the hand of the Little Drummer Boy so she can sleep soundly
– 3:41 – zoomed out group shot of all of the children sleeping in peaceful slumber – cue fade through black
– 3:49 – sunrise – rebirth – the march continues as the music beat picks up in intensity – the Little Drummer Boy enters from left frame leading the group across the landscape bathed in a golden yellow hue from the morning sunshine
– 3:55 – the camera pans down to show the children marching in single file, with their feet stepping to the beat of the music in unison
– 4:07 – the Little Drummer Boy brings the group to a halt and now has a concentrated and stoic look on his face as the shot is a shoulder closeup of his face with the children standing behind him in support
– 4:10 – shot changes to reveal the other children finding their courage as well as they stand with the Little Drummer Boy as one unit looking on the task that they all face together
– 4:12 – resolve – there is no turning back – as the Little Drummer Boy looks down to gather his courage
– 4:15 – in unison with the rising beat of the music – the Little Drummer Boy begins beating his own drum for the very first time
– 4:17 – continued closeups of the other children as they all find their courage and resolve from the Little Drummer Boy‘s  drumming
– 4:22 – 1/2 shot showing the Little Drummer Boy and the other children in a collective resolve and getting ready to unleash their energy as a whole
– 4:35 – the camera switches sides and is now behind the Little Drummer Boy – so we as the audience have now become the other children and we need to find our resolve and courage now
– 4:39 – the calm before the storm – even though the beat of the music is very heavy at this point – the Little Drummer Boy holds us back like potential energy or a waterfall holding back a massive reservoir of water
– 4:41 – CHARGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………. (best part of the song here by the way)
– 4:42 – the children run past the camera – meaning that they are running past us as the audience from the viewpoint
– 4:46 – humorous moment as the Little Drummer Boy drops his drum because he no longer needs the crutch anymore – he is well on his way to becomming a man – but he nearly takes out the girl on his right in the process as she nearly bails as she trips on the drum
– 4:48 – focus of the girl with the bear hat costume as she takes the cue from the Little Drummer Boy and discards her crutch as well – she is becomming a woman
– 4:50 – the Little Drummer Boy and the rest of the children are running at full speed to reach the top of the hill – they are giving it all their might
– 4:54 – we see the Little Drummer Boy‘s drum rolling backwards down the hill to find a new child to attach itself to as the Visual Representation of Youth enters the frame and watches the drum roll down – he is slower than the rest, but no less determined
– 4:57 – as the lead guitar its most powerful riff of the song – we have a head shot closeup of the bear hat girl and another girl running with the wind in their hair
– 5:01 – long shot showing the children running full bore up the incline of the hill – there is nothing that can stop them now
– 5:03 – two seagulls flying blissfully in the air enter from frame left and forshadow the children’s future
– 5:07 – the lead singer breaks out into his wail/scream as the children approach the edge of the cliff – further foreshadowing of the seagulls effortlessly rising up and down with the currents of air = point of no return
– 5:14 – camera moves in closer but still a long shot as the children get even more tantilizingly close to the cliff’s edge – we see the final image of the seagull far off in the background becomming them to follow – it exits from the frame just as = the Little Drummer Boy and the bear hat girl arrive to the edge first = first to mature
– 5:19 – closeup of the Little Drummer Boy‘s right foot as he takes his leap of faith and jumps off the cliff – the scene is full of tension, both implied and literal – what will happen to him when he steps off?
– 5:20 – one last breath before the plunge as the Little Drummer Boy takes a mighty leap into the unknown
– 5:21 – bear hat girl and the rest of the children are not far behind and follow him into adulthood
– 5:23 – the Little Drummer Boy finds his own path and begins plotting his own destiny
– 5:24 – camera shifts perspective again and we as the audience become the children as we watch the others run past us and jump off to find their respective destinies
– 5:27 – long shot view showing most of the children able to make it on their own as they reach for the stars
– 5:29 – check out the view from up here the Little Drummer Boy seems to emote as he is savouring his new found freedom
– 5:33 – but what about the Visual Representation of Youth – is he too small to make the jump – will he be able to survive on his own – as he approaches the final steps of his childhood
– 5:36 – the Visual Representation of Youth pauses on the edge of the cliff and briefly debates whether to make the jump or not – he is still a little scared of the unknown
– 5:38 – we follow the rest of the children as they are well on their way and savouring their ability to spread their wings
– 5:39 – the Little Drummer Boy looks even further into the future with eyes of assurance and as before = All is Good
– 5:41 – like a big brother, the Little Drummer Boy takes one last look back at the other children, but he knows that they will be able to find their path and succeed on their own – he doesn’t need to worry about them anymore
– 5:42 – having reached a decision, the Visual Representation of Youth decides to go for it and like a giant coiled spring, he leaps off the cliff with all of his might but seems to fall as he briefly stumbles before finding his own path to follow
– 5:48 – closeup of the Visual Representation of Youth’s sparkling teeth and a giant smile = pure joy as the he finally finds his strength – as the music equally reaches its crescendo and begins to fade out
– 5:51 – closeup of the rest of the children smiling and feeling euphoric = Bliss
– 6:04 – end music – the endless waves of the water below with the camera panning up to show the horizon in the distance = their future is their own now – only they can decide where to go from here