Summer activities have kept me busy. Here's a heart themed short to let you know that my heart is still in this.
simply candy :) _ five cecond project_ candy hearts from farzin khandan on Vimeo.
five second project for greyscalegorilla .
http://greyscalegorilla.com/blog/2013/02/five-second-projects-candy-hearts/
this theme is ``candy hearts``.
software: cinema4d / after Effects.
i am really sorry for the quality . i did not have enough time to render hiRes.
with love to greyscalegorilla.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
Thursday, 2 May 2013
You Can't Close Your Heart...
As time goes on I find I'm getting braver and more overt with my drops.
This morning for instance, I left a heart with only a minute and a half to spare before catching a bus home. The drop was left near by the last drop, in a planter outside of a chocolatier with two ladies sitting in the window enjoying coffee and croissants right in front of where I placed the envelope.
Whether these ladies noticed the drop is really something I didn't pay attention to beyond noticing they were there. If nothing else they may have noticed the Bean (my youngest sprout) in my arms as I placed the heart beneath the topiary. She (the Bean) has got cheeks that don't end and they tend to attract attention. I placed the heart, took a few photos and walked quickly away to catch the bus home. All directly in front of the two customers and without heart pounding anxiety.
On the one hand I like the idea of anonymity in the interaction of finding the heart. On the other, I wonder if seeing someone doing something a little out of the ordinary; like carefully placing an envelope in a planter, on a bench or inside a dairy case before taking a few photographs and walking away; will invite a closer look at that envelope?
After the April 16 drop and the near witness of a finding, Being a little more obtrusive in the act of a drop feels easier to do. While the motivation for this project is to leave these positive messages and hearts behind to be found I can't deny that a little feedback, even as small as the idea that someone has seen the act is reinforcement to continue on.
So the project is evolving.
This morning for instance, I left a heart with only a minute and a half to spare before catching a bus home. The drop was left near by the last drop, in a planter outside of a chocolatier with two ladies sitting in the window enjoying coffee and croissants right in front of where I placed the envelope.
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| You can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel -Johnny Depp |
On the one hand I like the idea of anonymity in the interaction of finding the heart. On the other, I wonder if seeing someone doing something a little out of the ordinary; like carefully placing an envelope in a planter, on a bench or inside a dairy case before taking a few photographs and walking away; will invite a closer look at that envelope?
After the April 16 drop and the near witness of a finding, Being a little more obtrusive in the act of a drop feels easier to do. While the motivation for this project is to leave these positive messages and hearts behind to be found I can't deny that a little feedback, even as small as the idea that someone has seen the act is reinforcement to continue on.
So the project is evolving.
Saturday, 27 April 2013
Feeling like a voyeur
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| Dropped at the bus stop on Hastings |
I did this drop with my daughters in tow. The two year old was oblivious to what we were up to, but the six year old was beside herself with excitement. What if someone found it while we were there? what if someone saw us "hide" the envelope? What if they asked us if it was ours? All the things that run through my mind when I do a drop spoken out loud and with the barely suppressed excitement of an excited child let in on a big secret.
We placed our envelope in the slats of the bus shelter and took some photographs. Then we moved a little ways away to give the drop some distance while we waited for our bus to arrive. We had a bit of a wait for our bus and I didn't want to crowd the drop in case someone did come along.
Someone did come along soon after, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I tried to get the six year old to act casual as a woman walked out of the bakery and over to the bench. She sat next to the drop and we were able to watch as she read, but did not pick up the dropped heart. Our bus came and we left for home.
I've lingered around after a drop a few times hoping to catch a finding in the act but this was the first time that I've been so close to witnessing a find. Our heart was not there the next day which could mean any number of things could have happened all of which I've listed in other posts here.
If you've found your way here from a found heart let me know. Follow this blog and or the facebook page, comment or just come back for another read sometime to see what where I've dropped another heart.
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
An Act of Faith
I've been on hiatus as you may have noticed from my lack of posting. Not everyone in my life is privy to this project other than a tiny handful who I've told because I thought it would interest them. Other than that, it's a little secret that I'm keeping.
The last few weeks have been super busy with life things. Family coming out to visit, my niece getting married and the havoc that follows all those things. On top of those some pretty personal and tumultuous drama that I won't go into, other than to say that all is sitting on marginally calm seas with more calm on the horizon. We are just finally getting back into day to day rhythms so back to the project.
We are on the two month mark of the project with on average about a heart a week being dropped somewhere with no feedback from finders.
The thought that I may be wasting time, waxed paper and pen ink has yet to seriously cross my mind. I say that, because it's a natural thing to talk ourselves out of putting ourselves out there. Yes the thoughts cross my mind but those thoughts are swiftly followed by other thoughts. Thoughts that tell me that putting my hearts out there with their small messages is an act of faith. Faith that someone out there will find them, read them, and have that mean something for them.
It may very well be that all the envelopes I've left out there have been picked up and immediately deposited into a recycling bin. With each drop I know that is a possibility. Just like starting a new friendship, or continuing well cultivated ones, there is always the possibility that what you put out there will be rejected, ignored or ripped up. We keep at it because those connections mean something, are worth something.
The last few weeks have been super busy with life things. Family coming out to visit, my niece getting married and the havoc that follows all those things. On top of those some pretty personal and tumultuous drama that I won't go into, other than to say that all is sitting on marginally calm seas with more calm on the horizon. We are just finally getting back into day to day rhythms so back to the project.
The thought that I may be wasting time, waxed paper and pen ink has yet to seriously cross my mind. I say that, because it's a natural thing to talk ourselves out of putting ourselves out there. Yes the thoughts cross my mind but those thoughts are swiftly followed by other thoughts. Thoughts that tell me that putting my hearts out there with their small messages is an act of faith. Faith that someone out there will find them, read them, and have that mean something for them.
It may very well be that all the envelopes I've left out there have been picked up and immediately deposited into a recycling bin. With each drop I know that is a possibility. Just like starting a new friendship, or continuing well cultivated ones, there is always the possibility that what you put out there will be rejected, ignored or ripped up. We keep at it because those connections mean something, are worth something.
Wednesday, 27 March 2013
Saturday, 23 March 2013
Postponed and Followed Up
My last post was about the heart drop I had planned for our trip to science world which I ended up postponing. I have two daughters and sometimes plans change when you have kids. In this case plans changed because of a discipline issue with the oldest. Instead of a day at the Science Centre we spent the morning fixing a mistake and learning the whys and why nots and also what would be a viable alternative solution. One of the sucky things about parenting is that you have to give up fun things sometimes so that you can raise a responsible person but I digress....
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| You've a good Heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. (Neil Gaiman from the novel Neverwhere) The heart was left sitting behind the plexiglass covering the commemorating plaques on the Seabus that travels between Vancouver and North Vancouver. |
On Thursday my troop and I packed ourselves off to visit some of our favourite people and I took the opportunity to drop off the Science World heart in the Seabus. There's a rush of Adrenalin when a drop is made which is why this project is one that I feel I have to do. It takes me out of my comfort zone and puts me in a position where I may be confronted by what I'm doing. I'm a fairly shy person. My tongue gets tied in knots easily. The possibility of having to explain myself, explain this project to someone I don't know is a little on the terrifying side. So putting myself in this position is about me breaking out of my box and putting myself out there, kind of like how it feels when you are offering up your heart to someone new. There's a distinct possibility that what you are offering will be rejected. There is a distinct possibility that someone (perhaps the Seabus personnel in the case of this drop) will ask me what I'm doing, tell me I can't leave my heart on the Seabus.
And then there's the very real possibility that the heart I've left behind won't be given the attention I'd like for it to have. Perhaps someone will pick it up and toss it in the lost and found, in the recycling or even in to the trashcan without even taking the time to read the message I've left. There's a very real element of rejection in this project that pushes me to continue on because with each drop off that elicits no response brings me closer to the drop that will have someone visiting this blog and leaving a message that they have found a heart or visiting the facebook page with the same message.
There could be a tendency to look at each uncommented upon heart as a failure which could lead to giving up the act of leaving hearts to be found. Pushing past the desire to give up is just as important to this project as dropping off the hearts.
Are you here because you've found a heart? let me know, leave a comment. Don't feel comfortable with that? that's OK too, please feel free to come back and visit again anyway. This door is always open.
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