I have not written much lately. Nor have I taken many brilliant photos.
French Panic and I have been busy with life lately. She has written more eloquently about events than I have so far managed.
The economy is bad, I’m told.
I don’t understand it, despite two university classes named economy. I lost sight of the point shortly after demand and supply. What I do understand is that when shit goes down, the arts suffer first.
So all the funding ‘promised’ has not materialized.
So far, I’ve made a total of 500 bucks, 300 still outstanding, as a filmmaker. I’ve also been told that I’m on the cusp of making a living at this, but that same person told me to apply for welfare after my EI runs out.
I refuse to do so while I still have no children to feed and working legs, brain and hands.
And that is why I’m back in Hinton town working as a rappel fire fighter.
As sad as I am to leave French Panic back in Montréal, I need to be out here. It is my happy place and there has been precious few happy moments in the last 2 months since disaster struck.
But other things have happened.
I had a piece of me that was growing just under my scalp removed and named it Murray.
I bought my second apple laptop and named it Jezebel 3.
I made a short documentary as part of my presentation at work, and it was well received. I did not name it.
And I made two short documentaries that are now posted on the internet here and here. Please comment there, good or bad. I'm very proud of them as it represents a certain attainment as a rookie filmmaker... in fact, I might call it my graduation from just another mile ender with a camera and a laptop, to someone with actual skill and potential.
Eventually I will expand on all these adventures, but it is 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon and I still haven’t had a coffee.