Take a look at some more new personal-portrait prints on my flickr page at;
www.flickr.com/emmaalouise
They are the first series of portraits I've uploaded from a small project I'm working on, focusing on self-reflection and the self-portraiture of artists...
For the last few weeks I've been doing a lot of travelling around on shoots, and here are my 35mm production stills from my time in Belper, Derbyshire- for a short film called The Opening Night. and my shoot in the beautiful Kilkerran, Scotland where I spent 10 days in the 1940's shooting the film on 16mm...
'The Opening Night';
I spent a few days in Belper, working as D.O.P on the film, with Sophie Briggs Directing, Jesse Tadini Rybolt on SOUND, and Laura Brimley as editor. We had a great, if strange time in Derbyshire, travelling around in Laura's trusty film-mobile 'Larry'...
'The Lost Girls';
My 10 days in Kilkerran started as epic as it finished. After getting back from Belper late the night before and leaving the morning of the next day, the 10 hours or so drive flew by as I dreamt in the car, whilst waking up to different sights of the motorway on the way... ANGRYBEAR and the equipment spent an extra 3-4 hours on the road, and in the early hours of the following day we all worried and devised plans to find them in the middle of nowhere roads of Scotland. Then they arrived, as if by magic. Our 10 days had begun. After a couple of days spending as a weekend recce I shot some super 8mm for montage edits in the film and ended up chasing rare steam trains that happened to be in the area, running through marsh-lands, driving too fast to care along winding, 'post-man pat' roads- we made the shot. After packing for wintery, rainy weather conditions we all ended up getting sun-burnt and shooting in summer atire for most of the week! The house in Kilkerran is amazing, driving up the mountain in the 'mule', clambering over rivers and playing in the woods- this shoot started like more of a holiday than work. amazing. I hope my photographs and the end film does the house and land some justice. enjoy.
Travelling a couple of hundred miles back to another home, i wanted to take some test shots and shoot some super 8mm of some locations for a small project i'm working on called 'Watch and Learn'. Norfolk is a strange place, and it seems stranger each time i return, nostalgia and repetition repeat themselves through my photographs and the ideas for my piece. I'll finish it over the summer months...
A Small handheld first-look at the film shoot I collaborated with Goodnight and I Wish* on. The film; a music video with a narrative and experimental style was shot on super 8mm film by myself, and will be shown in a few weeks time. For an extra insight into the life of a Seance Attendee there's a lovely piece, including kind words and photographs by Princess Julia (who also stars in the film) which can be found in the following...
Even the dullest kid at school is told they will be a doctor, an astronaut. And when asked, I write I want to be an artist, a painter; but with reasoning I have to give three reasons why, “But why?” the teacher countlessly replied. My un-phased conclusion, resulting in the end my hard-days work, simply, or cleverly noted with the reliance of the repetition of un-assumed conformation of what the lady wanted to hear, and that was that. One day I could learn of what they'd never believe me to be, and the next I would confuse at the numbers and squares I'd colour into a flower design through boredom. A fruit bowl my Nana would place in front of me, to guide my happiness of appreciation, happiness through confidence; but time passes, and the uproar of failed exams, the un-interest in the high school believability of dismissal placed upon me from the beginning. Everyone goes through it they say, and from looking back, some stay in it, not me. Like a monochrome outline in a colouring book, a dot-to-dot design, a butterfly, I gained colour, unnoticeable to the rest, and now I must look back, I wonder where it all went wrong? Wrong? Yes, maybe I should have stayed and became like all the rest, content in their hometown of unchanged reality, with the recurrence of change as each butterfly conforms to their colourful future after all.
by Emmaalouise, more can be seen at; www.flickr.com/emmaalouise
Today I processed some expired 35mm film from a small project I wanted to do, focussing on an interesting cemetary I often pass on my journey backwards and forwards backwards and forwards backwards and forwards from London, to my hideaway home. I like the colour saturation of the film stock, and I chose to experiment with the double-framing of the images I captured, telling more of a story, rather than just SNAPPING away trigger happy in a graveyard. The day i finally came round to getting OFF my train mid-journey was the day I shot these images. The midday sunlight shined beautifully through the trees, on approaching the stop I was excited and anxious to wander the grounds that had covered my thoughts on every journey before. The smoke from a fire filled the fields of graves, my eyes notice every opportunity my 24+3 shot film would allow. Nearly an hour I walk and shoot, amongst the angels and sadness I see I walk alone. I nearly get thrown out of the graveyard, photographers have gained a bad name for themselves. I feel like Thomas, as Antonioni would depict.
I save my exposed film from the man threatening to take it away and lie my way out of the uncomfortable situation.
I've decided, like every new years ideal of keeping a diary as a child to try to update and write on here a lot more. Even though I could possibly be the only girl to notice it. The daily/weekly/yearly nostalgia interests me, and from talking to Princess Julia and admiring her updates, I will try.
So long so far.
e.l.
Sunday 7 February 2010
35mm photographs by emmaalouise, view more at www.flickr.com/emmaalouise
