I had fun working on the Vlogging entry yesterday, kept going back and editing it, also looking at more of the vlog entries I found online. I think they call an entry a “bite.” Many of them are true art.
Searching wider, I found that some people actually video themselves talking about the news like anchormen (it seems to be mostly men that do this)! Help!
When, like, Charlene Rule (link to a MOV) can do so much more just by waving her hands over the camera. Or Mica (link to a MOV) can capture the true pathos of being alive in a quick grab of a few minutes of an unappy friend's face in a bar.
Wonderfully skewed reflections of the world. Mind puddles. (In this photo below that I took yesterday, the water's on top, I have a mirroring theme in todays 3 pictures.)
You’d think that on a day when I blog so much, I wouldn’t get much “real” writing done. But somehow I did. I ran out to the Great Bear coffeeshop with my laptop (which, thank God, isn’t wirelessly connected) and sketched a scene of Bela spending a night in jail with Thuggee and Naz for the Washer Drop incident. And later Sylvia and I went for a walk.
I often think of the painting metaphor when writing. I mean first there’s the architectural thing of figuring out the arc of the novel. And then, faced with each chapter, figuring out the sequence of scenes. And when it’s time to write a scene, I tend to write something pretty rapidly, like a sketch or underpainting. Fast is good, since one is always anxious, faced with the blank page. And then I go over it, adding things, intensifying, fractalizing.
Trees have a ramifying structure underground just like they do above ground, I took a picture of the roots of this one big oak on a cliff near my house yesterday.
I imagine good videos are built up slow like paintings or stories, using the editing software. Most of the more interesting vlog bites are indeed edited. But now and then there’s a simple unedited reality take that’s perfect. The world does give us things for the taking.
Here’s where the other approach kicks in, the photographer’s eye thing of just seeing the artistic event and having the craft to capture it intact. Maybe here, it’s the seeing that’s the hard part. Seeing, and going back again and again to try and get the picture. The successive photos as drafts.
But even in photography, you do PhotoShop to make it look better. You can’t quite do the spontaneous grab with text, although, yeah, you can just natter on without editing. Oh, yeah, and you can collage in passages that you find in the world.
Still thinking about the autovideo thing that my character’s “vlog ring” does. There’s some smart software that breaks it into bites, aims the viewpoint at the loudest noise (like a dog hearing something), and speech-recognizes some words for the title.
But any automatic art pales, at least so far. Art is a class four fractal computation informed by emotion. We can always recognize it at a glance.