I've been shooting a timelapse in my basement of melting ice for just over four hours now. The only trouble seems to be that the ice is not really melting at all. Who would have thought my basement would be so cold. Anybody want to deliver a space heater?
I've accepted the fact that the timelapse will be going all night and I've taken preemptive measures and blocked off the basement window in preparation for sunrise. My poor retired neighbor, who I share the basement with, won't know what to think when she goes down to do her laundry and is met with taped off light switch, an eerie blue glow, no natural light and an incessant clicking. Do you think I should leave a note?
The reason for the melting ice test is because my friend and wonderfully creative music video director Aram Kouyoumdjian and I are hoping to pull off the melting ice gag on a larger scale. Now I know, you've gotta do it somewhere really warm and use tungsten lights or plan to make a long weekend out of it.
While the timelapse was clicking away downstairs I was upstairs having a tea with Matt Chisholm and my new found friend Sean Grady. We were chatting about the last few interviews they need to wrap up a feature mocumentary they have been labouring over for quite sometime. We shoot the first one tomorrow evening and the others in the days to come.
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