Saturday 27 November 2010

Comic

I've scanned in the completed comic and uploaded here:

http://thelostcosmonaut.thecomicseries.com/

Let me know if there are any spelling mistakes - I was inputting the text late last night.

Thursday 25 November 2010

Castle in Spain Exhibition

Last night was the private view of Bobby Sayers and Joe Cerski's 2nd Exhibition, again in Lawson's Barber shop, entitled 'Castle in Spain'.
The work seemed to go down well and there was a pleasant vibe throughout the night (probably helped by free wine and pizza).
I've linked to the artists mentioned where possible.  More images to follow.







































The Puppet, The Skeleton and The Lost Cosmonaut, 2010
(Extract from a sequence of 9)
Ruby Lloyd - Burman

Be, 2010
Ben Dawson

Untitled, 2010
Josephine Fairbrother






























































Finbar Prior's work to be added shortly

In the basement:

Untitled, 2010
Joe Cerski

Untitled, 2010 (Detail)

Untitled, 2010
(Detail)

Untitled, 2010
Gavin Frankton

Untitled, 2010
(Detail)

Three word brief, 2010
Bobby Sayers

Untitled, 2010Hyun-ji Kim

Untitled
(Detail)

Untitled, 2010
Chris Evitts

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Tuesday 23 November 2010

More Pages



Wednesday 17 November 2010

Comic in progress

Close ups and work space.




First 3 pages.



Prep work for comic

Drowning cosmonaut, doodled
in a sketch book weeks
ago.
Working out panels from the script


Possible 1st panel

Script

For my last show and listen I typed out an internal conversation with some characters I'd been playing about with for a while; a puppet boy, a skeleton and a cosmonaut. I fleshed it out a bit and I got this:



DESERT/ EXT – DUSK
Cosmonaut is stranded next to the remains of her spacecraft. 
S is a skeleton that has just come across the cosmonaut. SEAGUL is a (possibly) 
life-size puppet in the form of a young boy. VOSTOK is the lost cosmonaut, who gets more and more distraught as the conversation continues. Eventually her helmet fills up with tears, getting in the way of her speech. 
S starts by inspecting the spacecraft before engaging the apathetic cosmonaut.


S
Space! How’d it feel? You’re a pioneer

VOSTOK
The Earth is blue, how wonderful.

SEAGUL
A pioneer for what? For ridiculous endeavours? There is nothing up there. There’s not even a God to meet.

S
But, but it’s Space – the final frontier. It’s the imagination. It’s possibility, science!

VOSTOK
I want to go back, earth is not enough now. I have seen how fragile it is.

SEAGUL
You’re the fragile one. The only reality is here now

VOSTOK
(Silently crying)

S
Yes, but one day we can make fantasies a reality.

SEAGUL
For what point or purpose?

S
For a utopia, a….a better life for all!

SEAGUL
A better life for all you say? The very action of ‘striving’ for a better future creates a ‘utopia’ of sorts. It allows a chance for change within a mind. However ‘life’ is not changed, life would not necessarily be better.

S
You are too closed minded. If everyone worked together to create a better system, a happier society, a fairer world then…then…

SEAGUL
Then what? That sort of system only takes advantage of the dead. The only way to truly achieve equality or fairness would be to eradicate death, and bring back everyone who’d ever lived. Then, everyone who worked towards a ‘better society’ could experience it.

VOSTOK
The Motherland! My Motherland! I miss the faces of my parents.

S
But, but that’s impossible

SEAGUL
Uh, uh uh uh! Nothing’s impossible remember, ‘science’! If your beloved science can take a man-

VOSTOK
(Quietly weeping)

SEAGUL
-or woman, into space, into the cosmos, then what’s to stop it from bringing back the dead? All we need to attain immortality is the right technology.

S
You’re confusing science and the spirit.

SEAGUL
No perhaps it is you who is confused. Who’s to say that science and the spirit are separate; that they belong on different planes?

S
Are you saying that the only way it’s right, or fair, to try and better our existence, is if we simultaneously work on removing the only certainty in life? If you think like that you may as well end it all now

VOSTOK
Without my spacecraft I am already dead.

SEAGUL
Why should I? I’m perfectly content with my life now. Just because I believe space travel is pointless.

S
You only think it’s pointless because you are selfish and small. You lack imagination.

SEAGUL
I see no problem with having little imagination, and it all depends on your morals whether I’m seen as selfish.
Besides all this talk of immortality is rich coming from you, no?

VOSTOK
(Tears have been filling her helmet and have just reached her mouth)
How is this [inaudible] monument[?] [inaudible] Blessed heroes.

S
I will reach my end just as you and all others.

SEAGUL
Humph, how poetic.


S
“The struggle
itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart.”

SEAGUL
That’s absurd

S
Yes, but it’s also happiness

VOSTOK
(Craning her head to reach the air bubble in her helmet)
Oh, how I want to be happy again!

SEAGUL
(Kicks cosmonaut)
Get out of that bloody suit!
[To S]
Who’s ‘Happiness’ what did they do?

VOSTOK
I used to be – [tears finally fill up helmet]

S
(Looking with concern at flailing cosmonaut)
…Happiness is an emotion; the quote is Camus - is she going to be alright?

SEAGUL
(Dismissively)
She’ll be fine.

Tears forcibly break the helmet and the cosmonaut is flushed out.

SEAGUL
There, see? Fine.

I'm going to turn it into a comic and see what happens.

Tuesday 9 November 2010

Critical Review

Handed in on the 1st Nov 2010. I wrote it in the style of a film script. The piece of work I reviewed was Stuart Croft's Drive In:







Critical Review


Stuart Croft – Drive In


Ruby Lloyd-Burman












INT. TETHER ART GALLERY – DAY

ART PUNTER 1 is stood outside Stuart Croft’s Drive In idly flicking through the exhibition publication. ART PUNTER 2 approaches AP1.

AP2
(Pointing)
What’s in here?

AP1
(Bored tone)
A Slick, well-lit film. Running time: infinity or until you turn the fucking thing off.

AP2
(Questioning look)

AP1
(Bored tone)
Whole thing takes place within a car. It’s raining outside. The man drives. The woman is telling a story, full of slang, conversational language, archetypes and mystic imagery.
A large section of the story follows a typical romance story, only the setting is unusual – castaways on desert islands. Boy meets girl. Guy’s a stiff; girl’s a mystical, beautiful, resourceful, sexy artist.

AP1 pauses for breath

AP1
(Bored tone)
He decides to write a semiautobiographical story in blood. She reads it and gives honest and not very positive feedback. He goes off in a huff ‘to get some space, or some shit like that’ and has an affair gets an STD; the relationship breaks apart he leaves, starts to miss her then the story repeats as he is again washed ashore an island and meets a mystical, beautiful, resourceful, sexy artist.
Male actor is passive but attentive to his passenger’s story.

AP2
(Hastily)
Whoa, whoa! Don’t tell me every detail.

AP2 goes into the curtained space. AP1 is left to read the publication again. AP2 returns after 10 minutes
AP2
It’s very dark in there.
I bumped into a chair.

AP1 looks up from the publication at AP2

AP2
I found the darkness distracting, until the story she tells sucked me in. Then, I dunno, the darkness sort of became like a, a metaphor…

AP1
(Non-committal noise)

AP2
Do you think the woman in the story is the same as the woman in the car?

AP1
(Cocks head pensively)

AP2
(Continuing)
Is the driver the same as the man in the story?

AP1
(Matter-of-factly)
I think the relationship between the characters in film and the characters in the story is ambiguous. As is the relationship between the male and female character.

AP2
But she talks like it’s happened to her, like she’s recalling something very real (despite the fantastical nature of the story).
How it’s shot echoes that too – pauses where the camera lingers on her face, or her hands.



AP1
(Nodding in agreement)
She tells the story emphatically, which throws you off. Her emotional involvement makes you think the story could be about the current relationship in the car, a past relationship of the storytellers, or an account of something that happened to someone once.
Hell, it could even be an analogy for every modern relationship.


AP2
(Considered)
It might not even be about ‘relationships’ at all

AP1
(Defensive)
Well, yeah, obviously.

There is an uncomfortable pause. AP2 re-enters the exhibition space. AP1 hesitates for a couple of minutes then joins AP2. They both reappear 10 minutes later.

AP2
(Slowly)
I really like it. It’s…it feels like you know when you look in a mirror reflecting another mirror.
You can see yourself reflected into infinity.

The cut is seamless – it’s difficult to tell where the film begins and where it ends.

AP1
I don’t think there is an ending, or a beginning. The characters are trapped, like your reflection is trapped in the two mirrors.

AP2
(Sound of agreement)
…so is it repetition that leads to entrapment?


 AP1
I’m not sure it could even be called repetition. Repetition suggests an action and time. It also suggests a mastery of something, a resolve, an ending.
But this film seems timeless – there’s no future. It’s not like she repeats the story, ‘cause then it’d vary slightly; different intonation here, different word there. It’s just, the same.

AP1 pauses in thought, AP2 shuffles awkwardly.

AP1
There’s no retelling of the story in Drive In, there is no revision, no history, no future. We are all stuck.

AP2
(As if remembering something once known)
“The narrative seems to have broken free of the human psyche and manifested itself”[i]

AP1
(Enthusiastically)
 There is, unequivocally, no resolve. And it’s about … its inherent condition of circularity, of irresolution if that’s the correct word, in order to manifest entrapment and denial and recurrence.” [ii]

AP2
There’s no way out for the characters. And no way out for the audience – you’re never given the next scene.

AP1
Croft is messing with expectations of cinema, of Hollywood – why else would he make the film look so slick and sexy? It could be lifted from a big budget film. It’s called Drive In, if that doesn’t scream American cinema, I don’t know what does. Drive. In.




AP2
People in their cars, in their own atmospheres going in. Bubbles within bubbles. Reflection within reflections.

AP1
It’s insular – the characters stay within the car for the whole film, protected from the elements. Just like when you watch a film, you can choose to not get emotionally involved. The silver screen protects you; you’re given the luxury to just observe, but observe intimate things without having to take responsibility.

AP2
It’s like, he’s taken Hollywood’s language and told an anti story, with an anti plot.

AP1
I don’t know if I’d go that far…maybe. I’m not sure. All I know is, the narrative is never resolved it never develops. It just stays painfully the same.

AP2
I guess it then comes down to the viewer – you decide when it ends.

AP1
Yeah but characters can’t.
You’re lucky.

AP1 replaces the exhibition publication, nods at AP2 and leaves. AP2 picks up and idly flicks through publication. AP3 arrives, looks around with an air of uncertainty. AP3 stops at the entrance of exhibition space and looks to AP2.

AP3
(Pointing)
What’s in here?



[i] Quote from What Happens Next, Gabriel Coxhead, publication to accompany exhibition
[ii] Quote from interview with the Stuart Croft. Available at: http://www.apengine.org/2009/11/stuart-croft/ [accessed on 24th October 2010]