Media Innovation Awards 2015

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Just received our Media Innovation Award trophy for Creative Craft on The Somme In Seven Poems:

“The judges thought the seamlessly choreographed multi-layered animation was complex and difficult but in this animation sequence was achieved without fault. The art direction and overall styling also brought an immersive atmosphere to the poems.”

Thanks judges!

 

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So we went up to the London Hilton yesterday as we got the nomination for best content graphics at the National Royal Television Society awards for our work on War of Words: Soldier Poets of the Somme. We were up against Doctor Who (although why that wasn’t submitted into the effects category I needed explaining to me), and Sports Personality of the Year, the latter of which won out.

It’s a crazy process sometimes because you try not to take it too seriously, and when something that is so completely different to your work does win, that becomes easier.

We are still so very proud of the work we did, it was a once in a life time job, and a marvellous team effort from Hugh Cowling, Libby Redden, John Durrant, Tim Marriott and Steve Burrell.

I’m still working out what this site is for, and I have had it for nearly ten years now. I just want a space that is mine where I can put stuff on my own terms. Also build up a resource and life record of sorts. That’s what these really long posts are for in effect. My ability to write anything was slightly thrown by the events of the last few weeks I have to admit. But it is in times like these that the world need more art not less. So let’s keep going, and communicate and resolve.

Listening

Nadine Shah – The Gin One

Grimes – SCREAM ft Aristophanes

“Biro” by Honeyblood (2015)

 

 

Everyone is an author with something to say.
Everyone’s got a picture to paint.
My story will turn gold, or so I’ve been told.
It’s got ‘best-seller” written all over it.

All the pain you’ve been through will be the making of you.
All the pain you’ve been through, will be the making.

Nobody knows the trouble you’ve seen,
Nobody really comes close.
But you’re over it now, you can boast.
Each page printed is honest truth.
Troubles when they plagiarise you.
Shit to brand new, you’ll get around to it soon.

All the pain you’ve been through will be the making of you.
Tear the heart in two, it’ll be the making of you.

If I threw my pen into the sea,
I know they’ll be someone to write after me.

Will be the making of you.
All the pain you’ve been through will be the making of you.

Honeyblood

The back of this photo is marked 1966.

The last time we spoke was a year ago today on my birthday last year. I keep meaning to tell you things that you would like to hear forgetting for a moment that you’re not there anymore. But the children are all doing well, especially the two who started the new school and you’d be proud of all of them. We’re off out to see the fireworks with Dad tonight and I wish you could be with us. Sleep well, Mum. x