My computer died about a week ago so, I was sincerly doubting that there would even be a technical Tuesday today. But thanks to my fiance, Cambridge Community Television and Women's Lunch Place (I am so lucky to be poor and female in Boston-a million thanks guys). I've been able to continue blogging.
So what did I do on NYVS this week:
I signed up and started blogging
I watched all of the past live lectures over Memorial Day weekend (thanks Justin with all of my heart)
The 1930's Wizard of Oz is an iconic American film. However, it is not the original 1910 version which Frank Baum and Wiliam Selig shot as a drak and gritty
adjunct to the book. The original film is hosted on archive.org . I chose this as today's film becaucse it demonstrates the power of the moving image alone to tell a story without words,color or song and dance. Three other original Oz films are also hosted at archive.org ;
The story of Ub Iwerks life is interesting and tragic. You can read the whole story on Wikipedia and in the book his grandaughter recently publishedThe Hand Behind the Mouse (Disney Editions, 2001). He was the creator of Mickey Mouse and Flip The Frog who I consider the better of the two characters. Unlike, the one dimensional Mickey; Flip is a very real and mischevous sprite. Ub Iwerks cartoons are as surrelistic and nightmarish as they are childlike and innocent.I choose to showcase Flip The Frog as my first Sunday morning classic cartoon for two reasons. One, it shows a really early prototype for the character that became Mickey Mouse. Two, it shows the power of animation without words.I hope you all enjoy this and please tell me what you think.
I have a confession to make ...my first lover was a beautiful gold fountain pen that I fell madly in love with at the age of six at a yard sale on Long Island. It was one of the first possesions I ever bought with my own money. It was heavy and cold in my chubby little hands but it made me feel like an adult and a princess every time I used it. I was heart broken when I lost it when I was 9 years old in a taxi coming home to the East Village.Writing has always been my dark,cold hard evil mistres
I have a confession to make. I live in Boston which is one of the East Coast's most beautiful cities. Only second to New York where I grew up. Photographing this stunning city is just too easy. The following picture of one my favorite scrap metal sculptures (the pretty woman below)was taken yesterday with my LG Rumor Touch phone camera at the Stonybrook Fine Arts Gallery in Jamaica Plain (which is a small art community within Boston) and quickly color adjusted with GIMP (a free image editor)