This was the poem I recited for one of my speech and drama diploma exams.
This is my favourite love poem. By the way, this is the luscious thing I referred to a little while back. I did the art work about five times and the voice recording about 25 times until I
Eilis, a psychotherapist I’ve been going to for a while, told me about a poem by Derek Walcott called Love After Love. In short, it’s about meeting one’s self and, I suppose, accepting one’s self, warts, quirks and faults, as
Messing with portraits and a new app. I’m working on an idea for the treatment of a poem and I want to incorporate a slow dissolve from one picture to another. On the way to the supermarket this morning I
I’m a bit frustrated by the limitations of iMovie. I have the Adobe suite of programs so it’s about time I learned how to use Premiere Pro. This is just a small experiment in manipulating still images. It’s a bit
I love this Yeats poem. A coincidence, a sequence of events, and a bookmark gone astray have inspired its treatment here, both in terms of the artwork and the interpretation of the poem itself. Clicking on the image below will
Found my Joby Gorillapod (a flexible tripod I bought years ago) and attached it to the camera. Then I decided to try a stop motion experiment. Didn’t take long. A bit jumpy in spots but here it is:
We’ve been talking about buying a replacement camera for ages and we finally bought one a couple of weeks ago. It’s a Canon Powershot and is slightly, but not much, more sophisticated than a point and click camera. Whereas in