Back in high school I'd often finish off a roll of film by taking long exposures of traffic at night. Since these squiggles of light were created without any clear vision, purpose or statement of any kind I suppose I can't really call any of these creations art, but every so often something reasonably pretty developed, such as this example from 1987. Indeed, it reminds me a little of
the patterns I see when I listen to music, though far less colourful and lacking both movement and a third dimension.
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"Back in high school I'd often finish off a roll of film by taking long exposures of traffic at night."
Back in film school, I'd often finish off a filmy high night by exposing my long roll to traffic.
Just shows to go how different we are.
So what shapes do you see when you listen to "I Can Stick My Finger In The Wound"? That I would like to know!
Crap, wrecked the line. If I could re-edit it, it would read:
Back in film school, I'd often finish off a high night by exposing my long roll to traffic.
I need an editor.
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