While the glue was drying.
I’ve been working on some video recently, the first real opportunity I’ve had in doing so, apart from dipping my toes in a little in Amsterdam.
The process of filming is much like that of photography, it’s all about composition. Where things begin to change and where I’m still learning, is the length of exposure, with a photo all you have to worry about is a fraction of a second, with video, particularly the one I am producing, frames or clips are minutes long. Because of it’s length video is closer to real life in that if something is off such as wobbling of the camera it is more obvious and will distract the audience from the content.
With photography we have grown used to the unnatural effect, we photograph characters we longer shutter speeds to express movement and we can all understand that even if it is staged, do the same thing with video and the person doing the same thing may look very odd. With DSLRs this has helped bring video with shallow depth of field cameras into more hands and thus helps remove some distractions.
In the same way that photography works like a picture frame to our world, it controls what we see, photographer are able to produce images that lean the audience’s understanding in one direction, in other word photography is bias. It reminds me of an article in what I believe was the Sunday times where a quaint little cottage was up for sale, lovely picture showing the cottage, but on visiting the supposed tranquil location right behind where the photographer stood was a power plant. The photograph lied and have the wrong impression. I’m going off on a tangent here a tad so I’ll bring it back a bit.
Photographs produce the frame, we see tiny aspects of our world. On viewing the images we asses every detail, wether it’s conscious or subconscious. We then use our own understanding to depict the story the photographer is trying to tell. In my eyes it is key the photographer has an understanding of the subject he is capturing.
I hadn’t really thought about it but I was under the impression that video was more literal, what you see is what is happening. I know the angle can change everything (cottage story) but when shooting the video I became aware of the tiny details that probably would have never been noticed, and it made me smile! Tiny vibrations made the sawdust dance, other larger parts rotate, the tiny details became stunning. The beauty is in the details.
‘I am what is around me.’ B. Matisse: 1951
The only thing we all have in common is our environment. Most people will not be fully aware of what is fully going on around them. It’s a shame that people don’t spend the time to admire the space around them, our background as designers allows us to see the world in a completely different light than most. This takes an entire life time to learn and understand, but we all strive to create something that is truly beautiful. Just how this is accomplished is different for everyone, most will not learn what it is until they have reached an older age, some may never believe that they have reached it.
Everyday provides something that amazes, something new and exciting, either through the beauty it portrays or because of the attention to detail that has been placed behind it. But what of the things that are left unnoticed? What has become of them? Are they not worthy of our glances? Is it that the best artists and designers are the ones that move away from the stereotypical approach to engulf that which we cannot see?
Even sitting here my eyes pick up on a book about writing an essay. What use is this to me now? Within the front cover, written with patience, is the name ‘Barbara Baker’ a Great Aunt of mine, the book is all well and good, but what is really fascinating is that I had just found myself in a moments lapse of thought. How had this book traveled to become in my hands? How long had it been there? Connections with the past intrigues me, the hidden detail adds an exponential character to this boring, tattered and musty book.
What would the difference be if another relation; of Barbara Baker? Does their history dictate the true emotional value of the book? It is just a book after all, nothing more.