JOURNALS

Today was one of those days that felt like I was juggling feathers—kind of fun to watch, but a bit all over the place. Started off in the old studio, lingering amidst the ghosts of plots past, before trotting over to the new studio to tackle the #Weeknotes video. It's always a mix of excitement and dread, diving into video editing. Like opening a box of chocolates, but half of them are those questionable orange creams.

Getting settled in the new space, I had that fresh-start feeling. You know, when everything feels possible? That was me, about to embark on the #Weeknotes video journey. Dropped the footage into the timeline and felt like a director orchestrating scenes. But, cut to about an hour later, and you'd find me muttering to myself about missing clips and wonky transitions. Ah, the glamorous life of a contemporary print artist.

Then, putting my hat as an outdoor director on—because, why not wear multiple hats?—I ventured into the great unknown (a.k.a. outside) to capture some B-roll. Picture it: me, camera in hand, pretending I'm shooting the next big indie documentary. Except, it was more like a comedy sketch where the director forgets to press 'record'. Yep, did all that Shakespearean monologue stuff in beautiful scenery... to no one. The camera wasn't even rolling. Cue facepalm.

Even with that mishap, I did manage to squish some time in for a wander and a spot of lunch outside. It's good to remind myself there's a world beyond pixels and plots. Had that 'main character' moment in the park, with the sun playing its part perfectly.

Back in the studio, the final pass on the video beckoned. It's funny, how you can spend ages tweaking something that'll just zip by on someone's screen. Yet, we labour over it, because every second counts. Or so I tell myself, as I adjust the timing on a transition for the umpteenth time.

And did I touch upon that visual poetry idea? Not a jot. It's still there, buzzing in the back of my mind like a pesky but potentially brilliant fly. Hopefully, I'll swat at it later tonight.

The day wrapped up with an all too familiar dance of export and hope—hoping I hadn't accidentally spliced in a clip of my dubious 'talk to the hand' impression or something equally mortifying. With the week drawing to a close, I'm eyeing next week with a mix of anticipation and a dash of trepidation. The no-man's-land between 'have-to-do' tasks and 'want-to-do' whims is a tricky one to navigate. But hey, what's life without a bit of juggling, right?