This is a picture of my friends and I. They support me. They believe in me. I’m not happy, but I’m O.K. All because of them. Because if they can learn to believe in me, then I can learn to believe in myself. It’s not fair for them to give me so much love, if I cannot reciprocate it. So I will learn to love again.
For a while I have tried to 'pursue nothing in particular, pursue everything instead!'
And it is just not working out.
I have no fixed goals,
no fixed focus,
and it is messing with my abilities and self actualisation.
So as I focus on University work, and scale back the majority of my projects at large, this blog will quiet down a bit.
My goal is to return with full force and a clear objective by June/July. I know then that I will be in the best mindset and will be able to frame this blog the way it should be. See, I am a perfectionist on more than one level. There is the part of me that wants to ‘do everything right’ and then the part of me that wants to ‘do everything’. These connections often conflict, and it results in a fragmented vision on my part.
So bear with me please, I will feed you scraps along the way, but I want to say that to the small amount of people out there… that send me love and support. Thank you. You inspire me. Please keep doing so.
For all my life I wanted to be an artist in some shape, manner or form. I had no abilities and absolutely no artistic perception. Even when I started photography and received support from friends and strangers alike, I was no less certain of an artistic lifestyle. Being a ‘Photographer’ was not the same as being an ‘Artist’. Anyways, the first place that I ever received any artistic recognition was on the awesome website www.onesmallseed.net. Not only that but I made genuine creative friendships with other artists such as Yaseera Moosa andTyler McGown. Their work inspired me, and it was so great to have a place for dialogue with other amazing incredible artists.
Back in the day, before I was anybody or anything, before I had any idea what my purpose on this earth was, I used to nag my mother to shell out money every time a new OSS issue came out. So today, I am absolutely humbled to be featured as their selected creative. Thank you to all those people who have showed me support, I have no intention of ever slowing down, Much love and appreciation Charles Harry Mackenzie 2014 xx
Even it comes in a form that doesn’t fit with your agenda,
just because it serves a large purpose,
one of fulfillment.
In my opinion,
Music videos are the strongest form of media in our current times,
it may not currently have the permanence that it should… but it’s getting there.
Music is the most digestible and the most digested art form out there.
It speaks to us on so many different levels,
and can carry across so many different messages
As a filmmaker I believe in music videos,
because music is already so accepted
So if done right,
they will only serve to make the musicians message clearer
and it will result in the most impactful collaborations.
WHY THIS VIDEO INSPIRES ME
Being the terrible graphic artist that I am, the ability to animate escapes me(despite being my first real dream as a kid). With that said, animation is the easiest method of connecting with music, because things can created around all the different forms of the music.
Every single day, I confuse myself thinking of on-going and forthcoming concepts.
I hastily rush to bang it all out, running on every step between idea and final creation. I forget how I work best, because I work best unconsciously.
Because my conscious mind is too preoccupied.
But more importantly, because my unconscious mind is a powerful daydream.
Ever since I was a kid I struggled with daydreaming. I was always lost in the present moment. But things have changed; I have my work to thank for that. Because when I feed my unconscious, and I feed my underlying desires, he gives me certainty and perception. Whilst he is chugging away in the background, letting ideas digest, carefully nurturing each and every one until they are ready for birth, I am present.
So when I try to fight my unconscious, and steal all the food for myself, he doesn’t nurture my ideas and more importantly he doesn’t give me his gifts.
So this is a letter to myself, reminding me to be patient.
To enjoy every moment.
To accept that time doesn’t stand still.
To love life for what it is, not what I think I can make it.