Routine Biting Hard
It’s amazing what employment can do to dampen creativity. At first, but then you make time for things and projects find themselves a foothold in the daily routine. At the moment I go to work under the cover of darkness, guided by streetlights and return home in much the same way. ‘Weekends’ were a concept I’d lost touch with over the past eighteen months, as we did whatever-whenever we wanted, but they’re now precious again.
Looking Back – While in Mexico it’s always a struggle against the harsh sunlight and constant heat to keep film from becoming damaged. During the last trip over the northern hemisphere winter, I gave in, maybe even helped a little. It felt counterintuitive but I dropped a roll of my favourite Portra into a jar mixed with water and limes from the tree in the yard, swished it around and let it sit for a few hours. Wrapped in a little cheesecloth I pegged it to the outside of our mosquito net for a week or so to dry. Experiments take time and time I had.
The first few frames went ok, but then the teeth of the winding mechanism pulled through the damaged film and it jammed. Even a measly two shots make an experiment with film worthwhile.