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this is what happens when i try to do laundry

so, i was quite insistent that i had way too much house work to catch up on to allow myself to spend my saturday doing things that i might enjoy. but under the guise of killing time until the unbearable heat and humidity subsided a little, i decided to try my hand at doing a "found footage" video, the type of which dom has become so adept at.

i've only ever done one other video by myself and that was all stuff i shot on my phone, so this is still pretty new creative territory.

the idea for this one actually came from martin, who suggested that dom should do some kind of video based around the terrifying and beautiful tornado footage that's been so abundant lately. i passed that suggestion on to dom, but he didn't seem that interested. i was about to start arguing that doing a video about storms and climate and fear was a goddamned incredible idea, but then it occurred to me that arguing with an artist about what they should use as inspiration or subject matter ranked really high on the list of stupid arguments.

but while i was mulling over the subject last night and enjoying a pretty incredible show by ryoichi kurokawa and the empty set [part of mutek], the link with the dustbowl of the thirties sort of connected in my head.

this is what i came up with.

coming storm from Kate MacDonald on Vimeo.

the bad news is, i still have a lot of laundry to get done.

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