Thirty-Six Frames (The Attic)
I sat for a while, playing along with the pictures I lined up on screen. In terms of process, the sound didn’t inform the frames and the frames didn’t inform the sound.
I’d be lying if I said there was planning – I’d be hit with an idea and then attack it immediately, out of fear that it’d get lost with everything else.
I live near death. His condition worsens everyday. I just know it isn’t good for me to be around it all the time. “It’s” been very bad lately.
That “It” is built up by the feeling of a lack of agency. No matter the professional, the combination of chemicals, or the growth cycles, “it” simply does not leave. So it’s shifted just out of sight, but never fully disappeared.
Here’s the link to my project, I hope you enjoy: