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they were dancers in their dreams

there isn't a world wide wednesdays post for this week, because i honestly haven't had the time to properly research one. however, i have what i consider to be a good excuse: i've been working on a new short-form video, which is something i haven't done in quite a while.

this stemmed from an acute and profoundly depressing bout of writers' block [writer's block? i never know] that i was having over the last few weeks stretching into months. although i seemed to have a lot of ideas in my head for once, i found that they were just dying under the weight of the words i was giving them. it's pretty difficult to feel good about your creative output when your own work is crushing your ideas like water balloons before a mack truck.

so, in order to break the seething hatred that was developing between the blank page and me, i thought i would try working in a different medium. for me, that means film, because i'm completely useless with any other sort of creative work. i'm not particularly useful with film, either, since i don't know very much about the technical aspects of it [like, for instance, the fact that you aren't using any film whatsoever -ed.], but, unlike sculpting or painting, it's not something that can be destroyed by my inherent clumsiness. [music is likewise beyond me. while i have a good understanding of it in theory, i possess absolutely no flare for it. believe me, i've tried.]

the result, which has been the focus of my attention and, hence, the reason why i didn't have time to research a www post for today, is they were dancers in their dreams. readers of this blog may remember that i have a sort of a fascination with dreams, which served as a starting point for this piece. you might also recognise some of the footage, as it's been used in a previous, completely unrelated post. [if you know what it is, great, if not, it's not crucial to you understanding the video and might even shape your understanding of it in different ways.]


They Were Dancers in Their Dreams from Kate MacDonald on Vimeo.

although dom is normally the video artist between the two of us, i do like to dabble my toes in occasionally. they were dancers in their dreams is actually the fourth short piece i've done, all of which can be found on the more like space vimeo channel.

hope you enjoy this. world wide wednesdays will return next week!

p.s. :: if you can, i highly recommend watching this with headphones on.]

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