There has been a small change of hand, turns out this is more popular than expected and we needed a bigger venue. Its going to be held at Hitchin Football Club Hertfordshire on Friday 19th of Sept 2014. See you all there :)
So many projects so little time. Its a good position to be in.
Unfortunately Dwelling has been put on the back burner. I'm so close to the end of the book that the concept of finishing it is daunting.
I will be looking to shoot The Rowan Tree followed by Coldfall Woods (working title) at the beginning of the year, in the meantime I'll be completing a few 2 - 3 minute films that capture "The day in the life of..." centred around dark subjects and beliefs.
Anyone with knowledge of The Occult please get in contact with me for research purposes that aren't centred around the internet
Thank you :)
Also 20th September at The Practice Roomz Stevenage Old town I am screening For Red (Everlasting). Charlie Taylor (drawoverthisshit on timber) will be premiering "Skin Me" Zine and there will be live music from Panic The Vulture and Penny For a Peasant.
We were always warned away from those woods. The dense forest was alive with the spirits of wanders that lay in waiting. But mother had whispered of a woman’s rite and I was told to follow the path to Grandmothers, not to stray and or wander, but the path was not of stone, it was of thorns and nettles.
We are in the final tweaking stages now. We will be holding a screening party at some point next month. Anyone that is able to travel to Hertfordshire is welcome.
Alongside this film we are going to have a few bands playing and some animation work from the amazing Charlie Taylor (drawoverthisshit on tumblr)
Exciting times. Please come along and show some support.
Food and Drinks will be provided. Actual dates and venue location will be posted within the next 2 weeks :)
The Rowan Tree - film 2 in my anthology (section of script)
The below characters don’t have names yet
Male: “But what will you do whilst I am gone?”
Woman: “I’ll survive”
Male: “And the children?”
Woman: “They’ll be told bedtime stories of how their brave father was chosen by The Rowan Tree to protect it this coming year.”
Male: “What if I don’t come back?”
Woman “Then the tales will seem that much greater”
Male: “A year of solitude can change a man”
Woman: “Well that all depends on the strength of the man in the first place, my love. The Rowan Tree chooses its protector and it has chosen you. It gives us its skin to ward off the unclean one, without it we would cease to survive. It is a great honour to be chosen.”
I am currently embarking on an anthology of short films centred around pagan, Wiccan, druidic and celtic beliefs. I would be really interested in talking to anyone that practices any of the above.
Research wise so far the internet has been my friend, I am looking at attending moots to discuss things further.
Please message me if you have any knowledge or experience in any of these fields to ensure I tackle this sympathetically
Section of script for an currently untitled project I am working on
Heather: “How can you tell if you are dreaming Doctor? … Sometimes I don’t know whether I am asleep or awake”
Doctor: “I guess thats the mystery of consciousness my dear, you never can. Once you’re in the thralls of your own mind everything can seem so gut wrenchingly real, even as a polkadot elephant passes you a flower.”
Doctor Hargreaves offers a smile and puts his hand on Heather’s arm which is resting on the table. he gives it a reassuring squeeze.
Doctor: “How has she been?”
Heather: “I don’t know how to understand it. I don’t know who this woman is. She..scares me.”
Doctor: “The mind is a scary thing Heather.”
Heather: “She watches me while I sleep you know”
Doctor: “Nonsence Heather, its nothing more than sleepwalking”
Heather: “Her eyes are open, they stare at me”
Doctor: “They may be open, but they cannot see. Probably looking at that polkadot elephant”
Section of script I wrote for For Red (Everlasting) we finally finished shooting last month
You came in the night and stole my sisters and brothers! You gorged on their flesh and threw away their bones. You took the children of this forrest and trapped their souls deep within the earth.
..and you allowed this to happen! you scarified the innocent to save your own wretched skin.
My heart pounds harder, its beats a war song that echoes through the forrest, this fire, this pain, this blood is mine!
Monologue I wrote for a short film we have just finished shooting
It's cold in the shadows little one. Even the mighty oak falls to the ground, there it festers and rots feeding the maggots and bottom feeders who in turn nourish the forest floor bringing new life. But you don't belong to the light little one, your fate was sealed the moment you entered my savage kingdom.
Can you smell it? The sweet metallic scent of your blood. Every drop you spill beckons me. It has been long since I fed on something so sweet, and although I wait for mutton I must confess my patience wears thin, for I am not usually so kind, but this passing full moon can turn a man wild, but a beast wilder
Why so quiet? Do I scare you? Are my teeth too bruised, my eyes too wide or my words too thorny – we all rot my dove. The shadows are no place to be alone my little one, but you've found me, I'm here now, all you have to do is ask…