“In the story of my life, I’m the star. My phone is my hero. My camera my best friend.”
Lyrics found in a magazine, commercial add, very suitable for the Media Me Choir.
Score: Barbara Okma.
“In the story of my life, I’m the star. My phone is my hero. My camera my best friend.”
Lyrics found in a magazine, commercial add, very suitable for the Media Me Choir.
Score: Barbara Okma.
Schilderij gemaakt door Martijn de Boer.
Het script van Media Me, you’re in my story ligt op dit moment ter beoordeling bij het Mediafonds Nederlandse Culturele Omroepprodukties.
Uitslag: 15 februari 2010. To be continued…
photo from the Media Me pool: Robert in Toronto.
Next to the voice of Pictureman there are two other voices talking.
I call them A and B.
They’re like commenters, sitting in an editroom, surrounded by lots of machines.
I wrote this ten days ago on this workblog.
In ten days anonymous voices can become true characters. As long as you keep on writing, they become persons. Invisible, but still.
Today A stands for Andy, a young men who’s lying in bed. Tired, not ill.
He likes to be on the sideline of things. An observer, a curious ‘lurker‘.
Andy is in a constant dialogue with B, who started talking like a Machine more and more over the last week.
That’s why B’s official name is now: Machine.
Machine has the voice of a young woman. Warm, gentle and emphatic, but also very demanding and straightforward.
She’s in charge of the conversation. She knows everything and sets the rules. A superdirector.
The dialogue between Andy and Machine sounds like a telephone conversation in the middle of the night.
(Note: They’re not in the same room anymore.)
Machine has her own manners.
She invites Andy into the world of Media Me and introduces him to Pictureman in nine steps.
“You’re my model”, she says to the old man.
Andy comments: “I don’t think I’m ready for this. What are you doing? Who is he?”
Pictureman is in between the two of them, just being himself. The official narrator.
Preview of the first pages of the audioscript can be found here: at Imagine me, where it starts.
photo: Akbar Simonse.
Pictureman says:
Look closer.
Each photo tells a story.
First there were buildings.
I started taking pictures of buildings.
Then, after a while, I moved slowly from buildings to persons.
From stones to bodies.
From walls to skin.
I went inside.
Opened the doors.
Windows became eyes.
So, this is my town. My country.
This is where I live.
In persons.
Next week Akbar and I will meet in Amsterdam.
I need more information about him. Stories I can use.
Could he be the “owner” of the Media Me pool on Flickr, in the script?
The textdocument on my desktop is getting shape, in a chaotic way.
Chaos comes with the subject: The digital revolution.
Next to the voice of Pictureman there are two other voices talking.
I call them A and B.
They’re like commenters, sitting in an editroom, surrounded by lots of machines.
(…)
A: This is not about him, is it?
B: No, he’s just the narrator, a collecter.
A: Ah. I see. Can he hear us?
B: Shhhh.