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A short film by Zachary Hutchinson exploring an exploited reflection of life through dating, internet culture and loneliness.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
dream
sorry i had not have really good sleep over few days,
and due to my religion, i could not share most of my dreams.
i will just share the dream i had before.
1. the ghost
I don't know why, but i was doing laundry with my highschool friends.
We were waiting in line to give our clothes to the laundry people.
and i saw my mom.
After doing laundry, i found myself standing at the shore of a random lake.
The atmosphere of the lake was very creepy. It was subtle, with awkward silence and very foggy.
The weather suddenly changed to winter. I saw the lake quickly getting frozen.
When I look down on my feet, I saw a fishing pole.
I have never done fishing, but i was fishing.
I threw a fishing line over the horizon line, and i stroke something.
As i stroke the thing, under the frozen surface of the lack,
I realized that the thing that i stroke was a full dressed clothes.
A white t-shirt, a pants with a shoulder strap, and a pair of brown shoes.
The clothes were in shape if as a person is wearing them.
As soon as i realized the thing, the clothes, I saw the black shadow slipping under the clothes and quickly disappear to the horizon of the lake.
Within only a few second, i saw eyes, the eyes of the black shadow.. starring at me.
and due to my religion, i could not share most of my dreams.
i will just share the dream i had before.
1. the ghost
I don't know why, but i was doing laundry with my highschool friends.
We were waiting in line to give our clothes to the laundry people.
and i saw my mom.
After doing laundry, i found myself standing at the shore of a random lake.
The atmosphere of the lake was very creepy. It was subtle, with awkward silence and very foggy.
The weather suddenly changed to winter. I saw the lake quickly getting frozen.
When I look down on my feet, I saw a fishing pole.
I have never done fishing, but i was fishing.
I threw a fishing line over the horizon line, and i stroke something.
As i stroke the thing, under the frozen surface of the lack,
I realized that the thing that i stroke was a full dressed clothes.A white t-shirt, a pants with a shoulder strap, and a pair of brown shoes.
The clothes were in shape if as a person is wearing them.
As soon as i realized the thing, the clothes, I saw the black shadow slipping under the clothes and quickly disappear to the horizon of the lake.
Within only a few second, i saw eyes, the eyes of the black shadow.. starring at me.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
It's Not Midnight Yet!
So I thought I could share a few songs with you guys! The lyrics in these songs are a part of my archive, I think they have really beautiful and intense imagery, and they're just really good songs. These songs have inspired my past work and dreams (I used to listen to a certain CD on repeat while I slept...). I hope you'll give them a chance.
Wine Red
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc3KZ4jYXFk
The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb2mRgnfIAo
Cemetery Drive
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6c1uCHFYG5M
Don't Wake Me Up (SO RELATIVE TO THIS PROJECTTTT)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNboLgiHcMQ
*****The lyrics in this video are especially effed, so you might wanna look those up separately. This was the only semi-clear recording I could find on youtube though, sorry. The song is really beautiful though
Meh, lyrics videos suck, but I want the words to be what impacts you guys.
Wine Red
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc3KZ4jYXFk
The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb2mRgnfIAo
Cemetery Drive
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6c1uCHFYG5M
Don't Wake Me Up (SO RELATIVE TO THIS PROJECTTTT)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNboLgiHcMQ
*****The lyrics in this video are especially effed, so you might wanna look those up separately. This was the only semi-clear recording I could find on youtube though, sorry. The song is really beautiful though
Meh, lyrics videos suck, but I want the words to be what impacts you guys.
Poems
I think this is a nice link to share for everyone.
greatpoets is a livejournal community that shares poems. Members share their favorite poems of all time periods. The archive is huge--the user info says that there are 11,599 entries submitted, and most of them have to be poems.
greatpoets is a livejournal community that shares poems. Members share their favorite poems of all time periods. The archive is huge--the user info says that there are 11,599 entries submitted, and most of them have to be poems.
Dreamtigers
Here's a short story-poem by Jorge Luis Borges, called Dreamtigers, from his book "El Hacedor" (The Maker) that connects our exploration of dreams to the research, expectations, and sometimes disappointments of real life:
In my childhood I was a fervent worshiper of the tiger-not the jaguar, that spotted "tiger" that inhabits the floating islands of water hyacinths along the Parana and the tangled wilderness of the Amazon, but the true tiger, the striped Asian breed that can be faced only by men of war, in a castle atop an elephant. I would stand for hours on end before one of the cages at the zoo; I would rank vast encyclopedias and natural history books by the splendor of their tigers. My childhood outgrown, the tigers and my passion for them faded, but they are still in my dreams. In that underground sea or chaos, they still endure. As I sleep I am drawn into some dream or other, and suddenly I realize that it's a dream. At those moments, I often think: This is a dream, a pure diversion of my will, and since I have unlimited power, I am going to bring forth a tiger.
Oh, incompetence! My dreams never seen to engender the creature I so hunger for. The tiger does appear, but it is all dried up, or it's flimsy-looking, or it has impure vagaries of shape or an unacceptable size, or it's altogether too ephemeral, or it looks more like a dog or bird than like a tiger.
- Jorge Luis Borges
In my childhood I was a fervent worshiper of the tiger-not the jaguar, that spotted "tiger" that inhabits the floating islands of water hyacinths along the Parana and the tangled wilderness of the Amazon, but the true tiger, the striped Asian breed that can be faced only by men of war, in a castle atop an elephant. I would stand for hours on end before one of the cages at the zoo; I would rank vast encyclopedias and natural history books by the splendor of their tigers. My childhood outgrown, the tigers and my passion for them faded, but they are still in my dreams. In that underground sea or chaos, they still endure. As I sleep I am drawn into some dream or other, and suddenly I realize that it's a dream. At those moments, I often think: This is a dream, a pure diversion of my will, and since I have unlimited power, I am going to bring forth a tiger.
Oh, incompetence! My dreams never seen to engender the creature I so hunger for. The tiger does appear, but it is all dried up, or it's flimsy-looking, or it has impure vagaries of shape or an unacceptable size, or it's altogether too ephemeral, or it looks more like a dog or bird than like a tiger.
- Jorge Luis Borges
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