My blogging report card this month
is shameful. I'm standing in the corner, dunce
cap on my head, red-faced and staring at the floor.
Digressed
again, off-piste again, 7ism resolutions postponed
again. I don't have a valid excuse except
that I really have been thinking a lot and trying
to see where I'm at, as they say.
But I couldn't let November end
without a modest ode to falling leaves and darker days
and the melancholy of approaching winter. Another
rough experimental animation, started yesterday afternoon
and finished at about six o'clock this morning, without
a break.
I didn't choose the music beforehand
but as soon as I watched the silent video I remembered
Bachianas Brasileiras, by Heitor Villa-Lobos,
sung by the extraordinary soprano Bidù Sayao.
I've only used a short extract from Number 5 - if you've
never heard the whole thing, it's definitely worth looking
up. There are many recordings of it but Sayao's interpretation
is my absolute favourite.
This is the VIMEO permalink in
case you don't see the video here.