In a few weeks I’ll have assembled a series of old photos. Sometimes I find that as I do quiet work, landscaping or bike building, photographs from years past return to my memory. I usually refrain from being too personal online, but these photographs are a residue of goodness, containing memories strong enough be nearly tactile. Until I have photo books printed these photos are much better here than stowed in my closet. (And happy birthday Jantina, this is five years ago when you were half the size!)
I can’t take credit for a lot of this footage, Benny was often running the camera. I shot some, and this is a quick edit I put together. Motorcycles are a beautiful thing.
I borrowed a Linhof 4×5 press camera and cut up some glossy fiber paper to fit the film holders. Shooting directly onto paper means no film, which means interesting photos for dirt-cheap. Take a look at the series.
This is a first run at writing a song on protools with sounds and loops. Set to photos I took in Kolkata. You can watch it in high def HERE (It sounds better too).
This is my contribution to last year’s Bicycle Film Festival; a short film constructed mostly of still photos, with a short video about a dorky dad, some worn-out 16mm, and Vancouver’s Critical Mass.
Shot on 1600 ASA, with my old Nikon. Between Vancouver and Kolkata I traveled through ten cities, and none of my film was effected by the x-ray machines. None, except for the 1600 ASA. But I love that sort of thing; some pictures are ruined, and a few are made more mystical. I like it because its an entirely non-digital mistake, a small escape from the world of virtual media. Go HERE to see a slideshow.
I made this film in the spring of 2008, when I had a passion for hand-proccessing 16mm film. Because of the developing tank I had, I could only proccess 30ft (66 seconds) at a time. When I survived the hours in the darkroom I never wanted to make black and white film by hand again. But a number of weeks later I played it in the Emily Carr theater, and after seeing it I couldn’t wait to do it again. Since then more serious projects have gotten in the way, but I’m planning something interesting for early 2009.
I believe the idea began with my brother Stephen. With the end of highschool in sight he must be dreaming of freedom from the stupid teenage trends, clueless teachers, and those drawn out classes that never seem to finish. They will finish Steve. Education is important, but I remember the feeling. When dreams are visions of blasting down open highways on an old motorcycle, the classroom feels terribly small. So open highways and blasting down them is excatly what we’re going to do, all the way across Canada. And not only Stephen and I, but Benny, Christian, and Dan as well, with Jody and our Dad joining us for a few days. It will be a Hellzenga extravaganza of motors rumbling between our knees. The journey is scheduled for August, but the adventrue begins now as I restore my old Honda here in Vancouver, and Stephen restores his, out in Ontario.
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