Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Pedal Power - Research
This video regards my research in to the problem of congestion on the roads (especially in cities), and how it can be prevented economically, ecologically and healthy.
I'll still need to try and find three groups within Leeds to focus on, and at some point later in the project, contact and co-operate on. And it might give me a chance to get some exercise!
Sunday, 7 November 2010
Saturday, 6 November 2010
GOOD DEED
Some things are so ridiculously unexpected that ten minutes previous to it happening, it's something you could never have comprehended, beyond your expectations rooted in routine. But something spectacular happened and it made me feel human(e).
To be stopped by a stranger in a completely out of the blue context is something that would bewilder anyone, and I'am the same. But really, there is no reason to be shocked by the contact made by you and another fellow human. A rough outline of this event travelled as follows:
I left college at around half five ish, I'am not quite sure because I'd stayed in college for a bit and it's really quite easy to lose track of the time. Nonetheless I began my usual walk back in to Leeds, this time stopping by a friend's house. Before I knew it I was being acknowledged by a stranger, and complemented bravely by how I seemed approachable.
The gentleman in this case was a music teacher, who had travelled by car for a interview at Leeds University earlier that day. He told a suspicious, yet believable story of how his car had recently been stolen, with half his money conveniently locked in the glove compartment, and all the while he sat none the wiser in his interview. But returning to where he knew he had parked his car, lay an empty space. In great shock and fear, he approached me, aside from anyone else for help (for which it feels rather unexplainable to define why I, out of anyone else, would be approachable), and expressed his desire for help, and to get home by any means.
The best I could provide him was all the money in my coat pocked, around £9.20, out of the £48.00 his ticket cost. My heart sank for this man in an alien city, far from home with little money, and this was all I had, and could have. Aside from a feeling of regret, I felt a massive sense of content and happiness, away from my circumstances, and focusing my mind on his world, where he was and where he needed to be.
If we all gave money to a stranger, we all might one day just chin up a little and forget our woes.
For that man I dedicate this post, because it was his gift to me, of generosity and openness that made my week a thousand times better. I hope you got home x
To be stopped by a stranger in a completely out of the blue context is something that would bewilder anyone, and I'am the same. But really, there is no reason to be shocked by the contact made by you and another fellow human. A rough outline of this event travelled as follows:
I left college at around half five ish, I'am not quite sure because I'd stayed in college for a bit and it's really quite easy to lose track of the time. Nonetheless I began my usual walk back in to Leeds, this time stopping by a friend's house. Before I knew it I was being acknowledged by a stranger, and complemented bravely by how I seemed approachable.
The gentleman in this case was a music teacher, who had travelled by car for a interview at Leeds University earlier that day. He told a suspicious, yet believable story of how his car had recently been stolen, with half his money conveniently locked in the glove compartment, and all the while he sat none the wiser in his interview. But returning to where he knew he had parked his car, lay an empty space. In great shock and fear, he approached me, aside from anyone else for help (for which it feels rather unexplainable to define why I, out of anyone else, would be approachable), and expressed his desire for help, and to get home by any means.
The best I could provide him was all the money in my coat pocked, around £9.20, out of the £48.00 his ticket cost. My heart sank for this man in an alien city, far from home with little money, and this was all I had, and could have. Aside from a feeling of regret, I felt a massive sense of content and happiness, away from my circumstances, and focusing my mind on his world, where he was and where he needed to be.
If we all gave money to a stranger, we all might one day just chin up a little and forget our woes.
For that man I dedicate this post, because it was his gift to me, of generosity and openness that made my week a thousand times better. I hope you got home x
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
ATLANTIC
This was the soul inspiration for 1 of my 5 final pieces of the final major project. The video provokes alot of questions to be thrown up, with a reoccuring theme of death and ideas of the afterlife, but also within the lyrics are clues to the fear of dying alone. I know it sounds very morbid, but trust me both the song and the video are coupled so beautifully it blows Keane in to the stratosphere of musical genius. I have and always will love this song.
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
The best thing i ever done...
It took 4 days.
It took 10 black gel pens.
It's on £450 worth of pure silk coat.
It's not machine washable.
Natural Animation
Something I did over the summer, being a crap version of how Tobias Stretch does things. Kept me busy!
Monday, 1 November 2010
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