Thursday 26 July 2007
Wednesday 18 July 2007
Wednesday 11 July 2007
Jerome'un objektifine takılanlar (Lé Jeromé)
Hyde Park
South Kensington
Friday 6 July 2007
Stills Editing
Thursday 5 July 2007
Casting
Still shots
Brompton Cemetery
Tuesday 3 July 2007
Tuesday 26 June 2007
Friday 23 February 2007
Habitat
chimneys, antennas.. faded bricks.. a perfect ghetto silhouette..
million tons of dead buildinds with their metal implants on, standing
in a light fog, surrounds me and my ugly flat. though my vision is not
limited, i can see a bright sky.. the clouds.. every grey tones i can
imagine..
with very first scream of a crow, my daily, standart searching
procedure starts. scan the roofs, look inside the gaps between
apartments, strengthen your memory with same ugly visuals..
million tons of dead buildinds with their metal implants on, standing
in a light fog, surrounds me and my ugly flat. though my vision is not
limited, i can see a bright sky.. the clouds.. every grey tones i can
imagine..
with very first scream of a crow, my daily, standart searching
procedure starts. scan the roofs, look inside the gaps between
apartments, strengthen your memory with same ugly visuals..
Pieces
a sudden rush of concious. feels like i'm a huge circuit, from my skin
to my nörons. feels a lot of pain. feels most awake.
empty ceiling. not get used to look at.
someone says something.
"can you handle that?"
...
no.
...
"then close your eyes. return to your illusions, your imagination life.
routine. wake up as you did every morning and keep asking questions.
like
you will do every day."
..............
"do you need to shave?"
no i don't have to cut them today. pass.
maybe tomorrow..
to my nörons. feels a lot of pain. feels most awake.
empty ceiling. not get used to look at.
someone says something.
"can you handle that?"
...
no.
...
"then close your eyes. return to your illusions, your imagination life.
routine. wake up as you did every morning and keep asking questions.
like
you will do every day."
..............
"do you need to shave?"
no i don't have to cut them today. pass.
maybe tomorrow..
On
Hardest part of any day.
Get up.
Stare at the empty wall. Trash dreams, get rid of fantastic concious,
board to the stable real life. It is pain, all i sense, not any other
emotion.
Continues for a while..
Slowly, smoothly releases my brain. And it's over, no more feelings for
the rest of the day.
So, i get up.
Certainly i use questions to manage my day. Not to solve problems or to
decide what will i do, but to keep me awake enough. It is like a chain,
and breaking a ring disturbs me more than anything.
Did i ever stopped doing this? Surely no.
And no, i won't stop asking. No daydreaming. Have to keep that
concious, keep asking..
Did you get up?
Yes, i'm on my feet.
Additionally i check every situation twice to be sure.
Checked twice already. So you know what is next, do you?
Splash. Cold water. This helps most, extends perception skill.
Now if you're aware enough, what should you use that mood for?
...
Go check your habitat.
Get up.
Stare at the empty wall. Trash dreams, get rid of fantastic concious,
board to the stable real life. It is pain, all i sense, not any other
emotion.
Continues for a while..
Slowly, smoothly releases my brain. And it's over, no more feelings for
the rest of the day.
So, i get up.
Certainly i use questions to manage my day. Not to solve problems or to
decide what will i do, but to keep me awake enough. It is like a chain,
and breaking a ring disturbs me more than anything.
Did i ever stopped doing this? Surely no.
And no, i won't stop asking. No daydreaming. Have to keep that
concious, keep asking..
Did you get up?
Yes, i'm on my feet.
Additionally i check every situation twice to be sure.
Checked twice already. So you know what is next, do you?
Splash. Cold water. This helps most, extends perception skill.
Now if you're aware enough, what should you use that mood for?
...
Go check your habitat.
Prologue
Nothing really changes for some time. I've been inspecting the
vegetables that are tied-to-dry to a couple of rusty nails.
Interesting. There for "some time" but seems like they'll never rot.
Like they have found a trick about aging, they are not drying as
someone expects to be. Also this someone should be me, for being the
only human who lives in this ruined house, with lots of insects as
usual. They like these flats. Apartments. My head kills me these days.
A fountain of ideas. About nothing. About anything. I won't be
surprised if i forget anything from now on. For a man that thinks this
much, forgetting some vegetable-tying memory is neither weird, nor a
loss.
On the other hand, i am aware that it is not all about my memory.
vegetables that are tied-to-dry to a couple of rusty nails.
Interesting. There for "some time" but seems like they'll never rot.
Like they have found a trick about aging, they are not drying as
someone expects to be. Also this someone should be me, for being the
only human who lives in this ruined house, with lots of insects as
usual. They like these flats. Apartments. My head kills me these days.
A fountain of ideas. About nothing. About anything. I won't be
surprised if i forget anything from now on. For a man that thinks this
much, forgetting some vegetable-tying memory is neither weird, nor a
loss.
On the other hand, i am aware that it is not all about my memory.
Thursday 15 February 2007
Stare
He was staring at the wall when she crossed his vision.
- You tend to forget anything.
..Let silence continue for a time..
- I mean, you hardly remember when you got something in your mind.
- Now, why is that?
- You act like you're thinking hard for a real big issue. I know there's no such thing. Your mind is busy all the time, but for what?
-...
Nothing particular.
...
- I told you, I know that. What I can't understand is "your problem".
- This is overrated. I rarely act like you said. And you know what, I really am thinking of a big issue at those times.
- Bullshit, you suddenly -or sometimes slowly- forget what you are thinking of.
- Well, how can....
- I don't think that we can end this conversation. Either you'll forget in the middle of this, or you won't agree what I'm telling.
- How can I agree if you act like you're speaking to a wall. Sometimes "I" may speak, don't forget that.
- Ahahaha, now we are talking about "forgetting".
- You tend to forget anything.
..Let silence continue for a time..
- I mean, you hardly remember when you got something in your mind.
- Now, why is that?
- You act like you're thinking hard for a real big issue. I know there's no such thing. Your mind is busy all the time, but for what?
-...
Nothing particular.
...
- I told you, I know that. What I can't understand is "your problem".
- This is overrated. I rarely act like you said. And you know what, I really am thinking of a big issue at those times.
- Bullshit, you suddenly -or sometimes slowly- forget what you are thinking of.
- Well, how can....
- I don't think that we can end this conversation. Either you'll forget in the middle of this, or you won't agree what I'm telling.
- How can I agree if you act like you're speaking to a wall. Sometimes "I" may speak, don't forget that.
- Ahahaha, now we are talking about "forgetting".
Coffee
Pours hot water on brown coffee particules. Cracks a sugar cube to half, lets one melt in coffee, other one in his mouth. Adds some cold water in the cup, then swallows the whole drink immediately. As he begins to prepare another one, his cellphone starts ringing. Trying to get his phone from his backpocket, he accidentally pours some boiling water onto his hand, screams a bit. Phone rings, he rubs his hand with a towel, then continues preparing his coffee with the rest of the water, ignoring the phone which is still ringing, even louder. Seems like a deaf man. Rubs his hand.
Stone
Rubs his head, explores some blood deeper in hair, on his head. Looks a bit confused, like a drunk fool. Tries to move along, proceeds with small steps first, then observes the environment, turns back where he has started. Sees the dark red blood stain on the pavement. Looks around again. Wiggles and scores some unstable steps. A car passes by, very close! Does not fear, only a little surprised. Rubs his head again. Sits down the pavement. Rubs his head.
Thursday 8 February 2007
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