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This only applies to content I've created of course
A place for the re-membering of things
I’m making a series of short films based on the geological map of the Murray River area where I grew up. This is the first about the lane that lead from our house to the Butter Factory
All the 8mm transfers, on one page.
Instead of waiting for the folders on my archive hard drives to fill up before editing, I’ve been making these short films while I still remember what I wanted to say. Don’t fret about them.
A collection of quotes from my reading that say something about memory that resonate and I probably won’t remember.
This film was made for a competition, I think run by Melbourne’s The Age, or maybe it was just that their film reviewer Colin Bennett was the judge. It was never finished in time for the competition, and then became a document of a Corryong High School Open Day.
I worked at a local chemist camera counter to pay off my first standard 8 camera. They offered me the job when I asked about the price of one in the window. My parents gave me a first roll of Kodachrome and I started this film.
I was reminded of Avendon and Baldwin by a Monoskop reference to the book ‘Nothing Personal’. I had this paperback copy because, well, at the time (late sixties) to be up with pop-culture, you had to.
I probably first heard of Charon from Robert Graves “Greek Myths” but ‘paying the ferryman’ is, at least in my generation, a common term. In the back of it all is the love story of stupid Cupid and the silly, mortal Psyche. I made a video.
A 4×3 scan (from my cheap scanner) sitting in 16×9 widescreen tv frame. The black ‘sidebars’ and top and bottom black detract in a standard TV screen presentation – 1920 x 1080 – but are true to the original. This is barely a HD quality scan. A 4K scan, transferred ‘Overscan’ with the top and […]
I was a Beatles fan much like everyone my (teen) age at Corryong High School, I wanted to let my hair grow, and I wanted to see ‘Hard Days Night’ .
“There ought to be texts on the subject, authoritative texts that would enable one to deal with these situations, far commoner than is generally believed.”
Basho’s travel writing give us insight into what drove this poet to keep searching for meaning and enlightenment. It inspired lots of experimental film titles, including some of mine, here’s one. Explained.
I took a roll of 35mm images around my parents La Trobe Cinema and lent them to my mother, both now long gone. These are from a 4fps film of the day when Jim Lawrence leased it to my parents in June 1973. That I still have.
Artist Bill O’Donovan came into the MM office with his folio, just as we were doing our last print issue, so we couldn’t offer him any work. All we could suggest was, that he stick around, and we’ll do something together on the web.
What could be more romantic than a boat trip down the Yonne river? A cemetery of course. This was the start of the journey. Look out for the locks! Video coming soon.
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