These are the projects that served as a final from my Lighting for Media class taken at Lane Community College in the Media Arts Department with Teresa Hughes. The first video was a group project where we were given a scene and asked to come up with lighting and blocking plots and then a final video. The Second video has two parts; a replication of a photo with dynamic lighting recreated in the studio; and a dynamic scene conceptualized and created by me.
Following is a short video of crappy footage from my trip. I really only filmed two of the days of the trip, and what I did film was rushed and has the shakes. But it’s my first attempt at a video like this.
These are the projects I worked on and created for my audio production class taken at Lane Community College in the Media Arts Department with Mel Stark. In both projects I was asked to remove all audio from an original scene and then supplement it with my own. I recorded all my own ADR (10%), foley (60%,) and found a few sounds (30%, in video descriptions) to complete this project.
I’ve been struggling with finding words to express my thoughts and feelings about Lewis. Now of course feels a little late, though I feel it would do good to say something.
I really only knew Lewis during our shared time at Goldmine, so it is hard for me to consider myself a true friend of his; yet I, like many, feel his loss deeply. He is one of the only surviving memories I have from Goldmine that sticks out. Of course there are the many times during that week that his name was called out like a battle cry, and his easy going crooked smile would spread across his flushed face, but something else sticks out during our last day. I remember as we were packing up and leaving Lewis just standing alone, something rare during Goldmine. I walked over to his side and asked him how he was and if he needed any help. I don’t remember exactly what he said-I was incredibly sleep deprived at the time and it has been about six years-but the jist of what he told me was that he felt like he should’ve done more, said more, and felt like he didn’t really belong there. I simply told him,
You did this. You were the common ground that helped bond everyone together in the beginning. If anyone truly belonged it would be you. We literally scream your name out all the time because we all value your presence that much. You may not have said everything or done everything you wanted, but what you did say and do everyone held their breath for.
And I get the feeling that he continued to make that kind of impact throughout his life.
I recently got a chance to go to Philadelphia. While I was there I tried to remember to take photos, but got swept up in the city most of the time instead. I did however get a chance to take a few photos from the Philadelphia Museum of Art and Rodin Museum.