Night People Screenings

Night People, the debut feature film from Mead Kerr Ltd, backed by Scottish Screen and SMG’s New Found Film initiative, is released in Glasgow and Edinburgh in November.

The film won the BAFTA Scotland Audience Award 2005, and has been shown on the international festival circuit, to much critical success; it will be shown at HD Fest in Los Angeles this December. Night People takes us on a journey across the city of Edinburgh, introducing a cast of characters for whom there will be no sleep. Each is faced with a dilemma that may change their lives forever.

Catch Night People now at:

Edinburgh Filmhouse
Tues 31 Oct (one night only)
8.15pm + Q&A session with Clare Kerr, Adrian Meade and cinematographer Scott Ward.
Showing as part of the Reels Scottish/Irish Film festival for one night only.

Edinburgh Cineworld (UGC)
From Friday 3 Nov – Thursday 9 Nov.

Glasgow Film Theatre
From Sunday 5 Nov - Tuesday 7 Nov.
Director Adrian Mead and producer Clare Kerr will introduce the screening on Sunday 5 November at 5.15pm.
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Adrian & Clare are fabulous people and I've seen the film already and would highly recommend it.

Interesting blog post on Leni Reifenstal.

Compare and contrast with the life of Ruby Grierson her contempoary in the UK.

I can hear random fireworks going off every now and again. Its open season with Halloween coming up. I rather like Halloween as a festival and am sad to see that some shops are already putting up Christmas displays before Halloween has even come and gone.

I went to a fantastic fancy dress Halloween party last night. I went as the 'Knitter of Hell' apparently a character in Heart of Darkness but I've not read the book so I'm taking that on trust! Someone else came as a professional Victorian mourner with stovepipe hat. She had a card - professionally printed and I was pleased to discover that not only would she do wailing and moaning at gravesides, she would also take on the mantle of guilt. Now I don't have guilt but I do have guilt that I don't have guilt... ie I've done somethings that previously would have me metaphorically writhing on the ground with guilt but actually I'm not... so she said that for a small fee she would be happy to take on the guilt about the lack of guilt! One of the hosts was dressed in twigs and ivy as a green man (he also had hampster grass attached to his person but that escaped the costume and was strewn around the flat). There were bats hanging everywhere and cobwebs. But the piece de resistance was a headless body lying in the bathroom which I had to veiw on arrival. The neck was a watermelon wedged into a shirt. It was amazingly realistic with blood oozing out all over the bath.

I discovered that the host was a primary school teacher by trade and I realised where this crafty excellence came from. I've seen this before offices of extreme dullitude where worksations are transfored into snow scenes with cotton wool or the three wise men trecking across the desert. All meticulously done in cardboard and paint. Somehow these festivals allow people to let out their creativity whether it be transforming a paper lampshade into an alien head making a working ghostbusters back pack for a fancy dress costume. It all shows how amazingly creative people can be with they just give themselves permission to be creative.

snickers fairy?

One has been operating in my area. I came home on Tuesday night to find two full sized bars lying in my hallway. Obviously posted through my letter box. No friends have admitted to doing good works - so I wonder is this scenario being replicated across this city?

Eskimo Disco

Yes I know you have never heard of it (some popular music combo thingy) but my friend HC made well noises on their new release and if you go here you can read about it and help her out by rating it that new fangled website for young persons - oh you know Your Tube or something...

Still here - knee deep in life - rather like standing in a flooding river. Its raining again here. My computer isn't working 'properly' so I'm unable to post links hence my lack of internet practice.

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Yesterday I left the house and decided that I should do some exploring. I walked down a street normally I just whiz past on the bus. I walked past the big houses built for merchants in the 19th Centuary. Visited the cemetary and checked out cemetary fashions (photographs on gravestones, painted bears are all coming in). Then I walked off the main road an ambled around suburbia, large fluffy cats watched me from front steps, a secret collection of allotments hidden from view, mysterious houses behind high walls, high hedges and firmy shut gates. I took a few photographs and walked home. I have a confession to make .... I 've lived in this area for nearly 8 years and this is the first time that I've gone for a wander without any kind of errand or aim.

How to be creative

Hugh MacLeod's ideas which I was reminded of recently on an email list I"m on.

Artist's Way Course

I'm starting two new courses based on the book The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron.

I've facilitated these groups for over 10 years now and I'm an experinced facilitator in getting people back in touch with their creativity, discovering previously hidden creatitivity and leading people back to becoming the 'artist of their own life'.

Introductory sessions are a bargain £5 (try before you buy!). The afternoon class is 2-4pm Thursday 19th Oct and the evening class is 6-8pm Friday 20th October. Both are at Buddafield in Blackfriars St off the High St. Email me on creativevoyage at hotmail dot com to check if there are places.

sorry about lack of updates but blogger being very uncooperative

”As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself every day. This is sometimes disconcerting for those around you, but a great relief to the person concerned.” -Agatha Christie

from 37 days

Embracing Mistakes

Yesterday I got up early, dashed to Woolworths to buy a card and present for a friend's child who was turning 3 that day. I got home wrapped the present, walked to catch the bus and journied across the city. I got off the bus and luckily remememberd the instructions on finding my friend's house (I've only been there once before). As I walked up the street I saw my friend and her daughter outside her house and she said 'Hello what are you doing here?' I'd arrived a day early for the birthday party. So I abandoned the present inside the house, got into the car with them and went to the Morningside 'Festival' which consisted of a few stalls in a street. I bought a cool necklace made out of buttons, a few nice postcards and my friend and I caught up with each other over lunch. It was lovely. My friend it turns out always assumed that her childless friends were busy on a weekend so never arranged to meet any but enjoyed having some adult company. I enjoyed catching up with my friend who I'd last seen 6 months ago. We then ambled through the charity shops of Morningside and then I went to try and do publicity for my classes.

Similarily whenever I go and pick up pictures and they say 'oh they are ruined' at the processor I get more excited as I take the package of photographs. I've learned that this often means more interesting colours or even this rather mysterious picture of double exposures. What is seen as ruined and mistaken is often wonderful.

Fragmentary Glimpses