Archive for category short films
Presented by the Houma Regional Arts Council
Thursday April 4th, 6:00 p.m.-9:00 p.m.
My new(ish) co-worker imagined this event and I’m delighted to be a part of it. I’ll be unveiling some new works in video art (an hour’s worth, to be exact) to accompany the music of Moses Knightshead and Jak Locke. The new work is a combination of some re-imagined “old” animations (circa 2006) and video art (circa 2010) of mine along with some modified 1950’s animations and films. Although I made the work using my computer and the wonders of modern digital video editing, the computa machine did not make the work. The computer is as much a tool as a paintbrush or a piano. Often times people assume that my video art is the result of only some simple “screen-saver” type plug-in and took no time and no skill to make. I’ll post a breakdown of the process in my next caffeine-induced art rant.
Blissfully busy with Art of the Bayou. Editing away, organizing, grant writing, dreaming. Positive energy being sent out…hoping that the funding gods will send down support so I can grow this project and really start to compensate creatives for their contributions.
Swamp-dwellers, bayou-keepers and guardians of a vanishing language guide this journey through the past, present and potential futures of South Louisiana. Shrimp-boats with flags proclaiming allegiance to the Shrimp and the State drift slowly into focus; rocking with the weight of a family stacked four generations deep. Mutant creatures choking in a toxic stew of ancient remains bob into view as the hypnotic mermaid performs her siren song, lulling us deep into her underwater realm. Is this our future, are we the next Atlantis? We brush against a suffocating web of pipelines transporting the blood of the earth. Joyful gatherings ascend the sticky grasp of reality. Pristine wetlands born of ancient deltas are juxtaposed against modern canal-cut acreage. Skeletal cypress stands dot the horizon, bleached white in dark water glowing with a now-familiar sheen. The oily fingerprint of progress stamps out the view of delicate birds drifting through storms- natural and man-made. Ghostly outlines of South Louisiana melt into the void. We question how it got so bad as quickly as we return to our memories of better days….quietly searching for the survival solution.