Good news everyone!
I got studio space at MassArt. Hopefully for the whole year. Movin' in tomorrow and as a studio warming present to myself, I checked out a Panasonic WV341P aka a fucking ancient B&W studio camera. Oh boy, the tapes I will make. This is finally the year I'll make my Halloween and Christmas specials that I've been planning since freshman year basically...the Christmas special dates back to even senior year in high school. Things are indeed starting to look up.
Showing posts with label video art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label video art. Show all posts
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Video is my Substitute for Love
I love my TV. It's a Magnavox with fake wood paneling along the sides. Its special features include a remote control and Mono sound. It's cable ready, too.
My eyes have been glued to this thing for pretty much my entire life. In the winter, we would move it into the living room so we could watch movies while sitting in front of the fire. Dad would hook it up to his nice stereo and I would love that click sound the receiver would make before it would start pumping the sound from our tapes in full dimension stereo. I watched the new millennium arrive on this TV. I've been sick in front of this TV. I've cried in front of this TV. I've got laid in front of this TV.
I'm simply never going to part with it. God forbid it becomes obsolete. I had a scare this morning on Cape when my TV there couldn't receive digital signals anymore even though it's far newer than this Magnavox. If that day comes, I'm going to have someone paint a beautiful portrait on it and make it a permanent video piece.
Right now, Blue Velvet is on it's screen.
My eyes have been glued to this thing for pretty much my entire life. In the winter, we would move it into the living room so we could watch movies while sitting in front of the fire. Dad would hook it up to his nice stereo and I would love that click sound the receiver would make before it would start pumping the sound from our tapes in full dimension stereo. I watched the new millennium arrive on this TV. I've been sick in front of this TV. I've cried in front of this TV. I've got laid in front of this TV.
I'm simply never going to part with it. God forbid it becomes obsolete. I had a scare this morning on Cape when my TV there couldn't receive digital signals anymore even though it's far newer than this Magnavox. If that day comes, I'm going to have someone paint a beautiful portrait on it and make it a permanent video piece.
Right now, Blue Velvet is on it's screen.
Monday, April 11, 2011
New Week, New Videos
First, the old. An Experiment in Romantic Reductionism. Did it last semester. The idea of this experiment is to focus on the little moments in everyday life that carry (hopefully) bigger meaning. These are just my examples. You can make your own.
Second, Ballet for Tape Music will be exported tomorrow. Expect that online in the next few days.
Third, Stallion was shot earlier this evening. The loop will be edited tomorrow. The soundtrack will have a final mix-down. A self-contained QT edit will be online in the next few days but the full instillation (including a "suburbs" bounce) won't be ready till next week (realistically).
I need to bang out essentially two more pieces. Gotta crack the whip on Slip Conway. Also need to plan filming the performance of KFFS. I'm going to visit the rehearsals tomorrow for the first time in a month.
The Civil War has been on WGBH all weekend long. I have been somewhat transfixed. It's probably the stock Burns uses...or the narration and soft violin music. Either way, perfect nap soundtrack next to ball games.
I smell pizza and beer. Hurry up, next weekend.
Second, Ballet for Tape Music will be exported tomorrow. Expect that online in the next few days.
Third, Stallion was shot earlier this evening. The loop will be edited tomorrow. The soundtrack will have a final mix-down. A self-contained QT edit will be online in the next few days but the full instillation (including a "suburbs" bounce) won't be ready till next week (realistically).
I need to bang out essentially two more pieces. Gotta crack the whip on Slip Conway. Also need to plan filming the performance of KFFS. I'm going to visit the rehearsals tomorrow for the first time in a month.
The Civil War has been on WGBH all weekend long. I have been somewhat transfixed. It's probably the stock Burns uses...or the narration and soft violin music. Either way, perfect nap soundtrack next to ball games.
I smell pizza and beer. Hurry up, next weekend.
An Experiment in Romantic Reductionism from T. Kane Stanton on Vimeo.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Right in the Beans
On one level, Ballet for Tape Music (new title) is done. I videotaped it. I edited it. Exporting is another story. I want to bounce it BACK to videotape then re-upload it to the computer for a QT file. The finished product will be both a physical tape and a QT file.
Sadly, that's not as easy as Joe made it sound last night. Especially when you're working with patch bays that date back to the 1980s and a computer that's obnoxiously up-to-date. Today, I went back to the school to work on it but the studio was all tied up trying to show off for Accepted Students Day. I think the last thing parents want to see is a hung over video artist, wearing a "Disco Sucks" t-shirt, cursing at a VHS deck. Hey, kids gotta learn the reality about art school some day.
Speaking of, I love Accepted Students Day. It's the day that art kid stereotypes shine. The goth girls who have probably screamed "No Mom! I'm going to ART SCHOOL" a lot in the past few days. The dorks who wear blazers over ironic t-shirts...oh wait...that one hits too close to home. Suddenly this bit isn't funny anymore.
Today is also opening day at Fenway- one of my favorite sporting events of the year. In fact, let's look at my top five sporting events-
1. Souper Bowl
2. Opening Day at Fenway
3. Wrestlemania
4. Kentucky Derby
5. Ultimate Fighter Finale
The city is humming. The Blue Angels set off car alarms all across the hill. The cheers from Pedroya's home run could be heard allllll the way back at 774. That being said, I hate baseball. So many games, so few well-payed players giving a shit.
Let's talk hawkey. Boston/Montreal. Washington/NYR. Vancouver/Chicago. These first round games aren't even fair. So yeah, I'll enjoy this Sox game today, but tomorrow, my stick is back on the ice.
Sadly, that's not as easy as Joe made it sound last night. Especially when you're working with patch bays that date back to the 1980s and a computer that's obnoxiously up-to-date. Today, I went back to the school to work on it but the studio was all tied up trying to show off for Accepted Students Day. I think the last thing parents want to see is a hung over video artist, wearing a "Disco Sucks" t-shirt, cursing at a VHS deck. Hey, kids gotta learn the reality about art school some day.
Speaking of, I love Accepted Students Day. It's the day that art kid stereotypes shine. The goth girls who have probably screamed "No Mom! I'm going to ART SCHOOL" a lot in the past few days. The dorks who wear blazers over ironic t-shirts...oh wait...that one hits too close to home. Suddenly this bit isn't funny anymore.
Today is also opening day at Fenway- one of my favorite sporting events of the year. In fact, let's look at my top five sporting events-
1. Souper Bowl
2. Opening Day at Fenway
3. Wrestlemania
4. Kentucky Derby
5. Ultimate Fighter Finale
The city is humming. The Blue Angels set off car alarms all across the hill. The cheers from Pedroya's home run could be heard allllll the way back at 774. That being said, I hate baseball. So many games, so few well-payed players giving a shit.
Let's talk hawkey. Boston/Montreal. Washington/NYR. Vancouver/Chicago. These first round games aren't even fair. So yeah, I'll enjoy this Sox game today, but tomorrow, my stick is back on the ice.
Monday, April 4, 2011
While You Were Art I
What a wonderfully unproductive semester.
Well, that's a bit hyperbolic. Unproductive as in no actual finished products. Last night's filming of Slip Conway completely fell through. Thankfully the cast is still on board with doing it so it'll be rescheduled soon.
Hopefully by the end of the week I'll have my first video of 2011 done. It's called Ballet for Audio Tape. It's another exploration of romantic reductionism. I'm going to condense several albums into three brief movements (the emotional essentials of the records) on a cassette tape. My dancer will then try to move to this new sound and I'll take the footage and try editing that to the cassette. It's a very bizarre process and it's hard to describe.
In anticipation of this project (and do act as a prequel), I'm going to upload my Introduction to Romantic Reductionism on my Vimeo site. It's so much fun to have an -ism. He filled his head with notions, seemingly.
Oh man, I'm sitting in the library, looking over the Fenway, and I see the tests of the new HD jumbo-screens at Fenway Park. Unnecessary? Yes. Crystal clear in the rain and half a mile away? Yes. I'm actually in awe of the quality.
Man, the city looks cooler in the rain whilst listening to Miles Davis.
Well, that's a bit hyperbolic. Unproductive as in no actual finished products. Last night's filming of Slip Conway completely fell through. Thankfully the cast is still on board with doing it so it'll be rescheduled soon.
Hopefully by the end of the week I'll have my first video of 2011 done. It's called Ballet for Audio Tape. It's another exploration of romantic reductionism. I'm going to condense several albums into three brief movements (the emotional essentials of the records) on a cassette tape. My dancer will then try to move to this new sound and I'll take the footage and try editing that to the cassette. It's a very bizarre process and it's hard to describe.
In anticipation of this project (and do act as a prequel), I'm going to upload my Introduction to Romantic Reductionism on my Vimeo site. It's so much fun to have an -ism. He filled his head with notions, seemingly.
Oh man, I'm sitting in the library, looking over the Fenway, and I see the tests of the new HD jumbo-screens at Fenway Park. Unnecessary? Yes. Crystal clear in the rain and half a mile away? Yes. I'm actually in awe of the quality.
Man, the city looks cooler in the rain whilst listening to Miles Davis.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
You getting this, Zapruder?
First of all, yesterday morning I heard this awesome story on NPR's Morning Edition about a 102 key grand piano. I've never heard anything quite like it. Even playing normal pieces intended for 88 key pianos sound brighter. You can literally hear every single note being played with such clarity. Now we need some wacky composers to make new pieces for it. I'll get on it right away once someone gives me a grant for $300,000.
Now today was the first day of classes at my beloved MassArt. Junior Screening 2. I had only been back for ten minutes and we were already watching a video about the 1972 Republican National Convention. Great. Just what I need before I have my coffee in the morning, a face-full of rabid Nixon supporters. The piece was called Four More Years (1972) and was made by the San Francisco collective TVTV. Overall, I liked it. It was shot on a Sony Portapak, the first portable video camera, so it made Nixon's Nazi Youth supports even more freaking creepy. Every frame of the washed out b&w video made Miami look like a city in a third world country. Also, the piece made me want to re-read Thompson's Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72. After seeing the video, HST's descriptions of the scene seem dead freaking on- the decrepit Nixon supporters, the mind-boggling width of Ronald Regan's shoulders, and the eerie silence of the Vietnam Vets Against the War protesters outside the hotel. Maybe I'm a frustrated journalist. I feed off of shit like that.
Actually another radio show that would be fitting for this subject is this week's episode of This American Life. It's about kids given the responsibilities that are usually reserved for adults- like whether or not America should invade Grenada.
Then what did we watch next? The fucking Zapruder film. Really Prof. G? You want to crush our spirits that much? This was followed by Ant Farm/T.R. Uthco's The Eternal Frame (1975) which is a re-enactment of the assassination (well more so a re-enactment of the Zapruder film itself) right in Dealey Plaza. Was it accurate? Almost to the frame. Was it offensive? Jackie O was a dude in drag.
My class tomorrow has been canceled so I am looking at a four day weekend. I have no idea what to do with myself. If I'm smart, I'll write and go to the MFA and other fabulous things. If I'm stupid, I'll watch TV and Stumble until my fingers bleed. Let's hope for the former.
Now today was the first day of classes at my beloved MassArt. Junior Screening 2. I had only been back for ten minutes and we were already watching a video about the 1972 Republican National Convention. Great. Just what I need before I have my coffee in the morning, a face-full of rabid Nixon supporters. The piece was called Four More Years (1972) and was made by the San Francisco collective TVTV. Overall, I liked it. It was shot on a Sony Portapak, the first portable video camera, so it made Nixon's Nazi Youth supports even more freaking creepy. Every frame of the washed out b&w video made Miami look like a city in a third world country. Also, the piece made me want to re-read Thompson's Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72. After seeing the video, HST's descriptions of the scene seem dead freaking on- the decrepit Nixon supporters, the mind-boggling width of Ronald Regan's shoulders, and the eerie silence of the Vietnam Vets Against the War protesters outside the hotel. Maybe I'm a frustrated journalist. I feed off of shit like that.
Actually another radio show that would be fitting for this subject is this week's episode of This American Life. It's about kids given the responsibilities that are usually reserved for adults- like whether or not America should invade Grenada.
Then what did we watch next? The fucking Zapruder film. Really Prof. G? You want to crush our spirits that much? This was followed by Ant Farm/T.R. Uthco's The Eternal Frame (1975) which is a re-enactment of the assassination (well more so a re-enactment of the Zapruder film itself) right in Dealey Plaza. Was it accurate? Almost to the frame. Was it offensive? Jackie O was a dude in drag.
My class tomorrow has been canceled so I am looking at a four day weekend. I have no idea what to do with myself. If I'm smart, I'll write and go to the MFA and other fabulous things. If I'm stupid, I'll watch TV and Stumble until my fingers bleed. Let's hope for the former.
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