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new HISSandaROAR library almost finished & due for release very soon!

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Scattered Light 119

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shot up hill above Karehana Bay, Friday 18th April with Fuji x100s

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Went on a road trip yesterday, junk store shopping for a particular kind of visual prop… Accordingly did a little test shoot last night & have been experimenting with the footage ever since = a new form of light & sound modulation

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Scattered Light 118

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shot up hill above Karehana Bay, Friday 18th April with Fuji x100s

despite it being a pest/weed, i LOVE the sweet smell of gorse flowering!!

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Sensoria

When your work is so intrinsically tied to one sense, it does inevitably make you think about people who singularly obsess about other senses. I’m not referring to the visual sense: compared to hearing, vision seems like a precocious child: look at my new filters, lenses, colours, 4k whatever!?! Our visual sense is so overloaded with information that engaging with it likely takes more filtering than even hearing does… But what about the other senses?

Back when I lived in Auckland (+/-1991-1995) at a certain point I found myself needing to relocate, and since a decade prior had always loved the idea of living in warehouse spaces. I lived in an abandoned Spiritualist Christian Church for a year or two in Christchurch (it was presumably first abandoned by the Christian Spiritualists, then by the multi media collective Tinnitus… & had a tap in the corner of the big room, a divine feed, I always wondered, when earthing my outboard to it..)

Anyway I stumbled across a fantastic building in downtown Auckland previously used by a spice importer/distributor… And for a few deluded weeks I dreamed about the idea of my new studios inherited aroma, until it became apparent yuppification had already started… I think its also known as gentrification, & along with cancer is one of those modern/aspirational corruptions that will hopefully eventually be eradicated/become ancient history…

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Anyway, I’m sure that warehouse space is related (in my head, at least) to a blog I very much enjoy reading: What we do is secret – a side project for a company who create perfumes, and while their blog is more broadly design & architecture focused, their primary business is fascinating, as is the language of describing, discussing & working with something as invisible as a scent.

What smells do you remember? I don’t mean Smell-o-vision but like some pieces of music, to re-experience them is to effectively experience time travel. For a moment you are back there, feeling it for the first time. But there is also something deeply mysterious about the sense of smell that (like music on a good day) can transcend explanation.

Apart from the odour of food preparation, incense would be one voluntary smell that I still enjoy. Back in my youth it had hippy associations, and/or was used as an attempt to mask other, more illicit smells, but a year or two ago on a trip to Japan we visited the fairly remote temple town of Koya-san. It was quite a drive up into mountains, with temples & endless shrines amongst vast cedar forests…

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In the main street was a small shop selling exquisite varieties of incense. It was quite magic to experience a range of smells & to encourage such behaviour I bought a couple of small boxes of incense. It may be due to my personal history & the range of options & the context of purchasing them but I perceive them as being so much refined than the generic incense of my non-hippy youth…

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More recently, while I was living on the island of Shodoshima in Japan last year I met & filmed a priest from the beautiful temple of Nishnotaki and after I showed him my finished short film & gave him a copy, one of his presents in return was a small bag of brown powder. I didn’t know how to react to this present at first, but he showed me that it was hand incense, something I never knew existed until that moment. He spilled a small amount on to his hands & then rubbed them together. The smell was intense, intensely beautiful & musty, but also intensely transporting.

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I put the tiny bag in my camera bag & forgot about it…. until I got home & unpacked. Kind of interesting that border control didn’t notice it & demand an explanation, but then again if you have nothing to hide I guess you don’t draw attention. My innocence would have been genuine & proven to be valid, no matter the accusations of importing an unknown powdered substance… But that hand incense instantly transports me back to Shodoshima, turning off the main road & driving up through forests… until eventually turning in the driveway to the temple… & then driving another few miles up steeper narrow roads until eventually arriving at the temple carpark. Walking up all those steps, meeting that priest, experiencing the beautiful quiet of such a beautiful temple, high in the mountains of Shodoshima… & then filming him perform a fire ceremony…. all brought rushing back from a single inhale.

All of which reminds me, I must rewatch this really beautiful film, with a great soundtrack: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer directed by Tom Tykwer

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