Took these pictures today down at West Wittering beach in West Sussex. A proper beach. Grassy dunes, beach huts, low tide, ripples in the sand, dogs chasing sticks, sandcastles, seaweed, kites, cups of tea. OK, so there are 12, not 10. I can't count.
Would love to have the time and the patience to make some films like the ones below but for now I'll stick to photos. These were taken in Nice, Poland, Portofino, Austin, Lviv, Oxfordshire, New York and Venice. They look better if you click to enlarge.
As I look back at pieces of music that I've written over the years, I'm starting to notice some patterns in terms of keys that I often use, chord progressions that I find compelling, instrumentation, etc. I'm wondering if subconsciously I've made creative choices based on not wanting colours to 'clash', or steering clear of particular keys or timbres whose corresponding colours I find a bit yucky. (I know that this is true in other areas of life - for example, if a friend gets married and changes their name, it takes me ages to accept because suddenly they are a whole different colour. When my friend Katharine got married she suddenly had a completely clashing first name and surname, which grated for years. I breathed a sigh of relief when she got divorced and went back to her maiden name.)
I became even more aware of all this when I first started getting really interested in writing music for film, or for the accompaniment of any visuals. I've looked back at some examples, and it seems in nearly all cases that the chosen key and instrumentation has been heavily influenced by the dominant colour of what's happening on screen. It seems obvious that this would be the case, really, but I'd not really examined it before. I'm not sure if this matters or not. Perhaps it's a good thing. Or perhaps it means that I'm massively limiting myself. I guess that now I'm more aware of it, I can keep it in check.However, unlike the woman in this video, I don't think it's got anything to do with God.
I hiked up this glacier a few years ago. When we started at the very bottom it was quite sunny and warm, but within an hour the weather had changed to monstrous, bitter winds, icy rain and snow. It was hard work; a steady but slippery uphill climb, navigating fissures and crevasses and holes. But worth it to witness the amazing colours and textures of the ice.
This is a reject from the last film I was working on, which I've just rediscovered while deleting a load of old files. I've decided that I quite like the chords and am going to play around with it a bit more and see if I can salvage something. I'm toying with the idea of bringing in a very soft, muted brass band-ish element as it repeats. Might post back some ideas soon.
Walther Ruttman was an experimental German film director working in the 1920s and 30s, who originally studied architecture but became a graphic designer before moving into film. This short film is probably his best known work, and I'm currently playing around with writing a new score for a ten minute section of it.