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The Graffiti Screening

30 minutes, colour, experimental drama.

When: October 31st, 2009/Saturday @ 8:55-9:30 p.m.

Where:      Carnegie Community Centre Theatre,
401 Main, Main St. & E. Hastings, Vancouver, BC

Although Jean Biah Lee, an Anishinabe First Nations woman is unsuccessful to change the racism of two white, redneck males: their graffiti scribbled around Vancouver and aimed at Indian people, she rebounds from injustice by writing about it.

https://visualeye.wordpress.com &

http://www.heartofthecityfestival.com

Heart of city emblem


Fresh Media Conference that I attended on Saturday October 24 from 12 noon til 6:00 p.m. was basically about New Media:  anything that’s not the traditional media such as the use of cell phones or digital still photo cameras to shoot videos or still photos. Digital streaming live was apart of it.  There are other tools to use, but cannot think of them now because I am not an expert on it.  I went to it to see what people said about it versus the mainstream media. I’ve heard of reports where people said mainstream media was slow to respond to the internet.  I heard it more from the music industry first, how people downloaded music from certain sites.  It confirmed that the internet does have an impact upon mainstream media.  Lots of young people attended more than people my age but I am curious so that is why. Also, it is my business to know this information.  Altogether it cost $15.00.  For me that was high but I know other conferences cost more than that.  It is important for me to find out what goes on.

I didn’t how the party was going to be but I enjoyed it mostly because I danced a lot.  The dj’s played old school music that I liked and not so much stuff a person hears at a regular discoteque. A young white guy sang words to a song with a beat.  When the dj played songs I knew, I did not have any hesitation to dance to the songs because I danced to them before and they were my favorite songs to dance to.  I AM NOT A SHY PERSON WHEN IT COMES TO SOCIAL DANCING BECAUSE I CAN DANCE THE SOCIAL DANCES VERY WELL.  None of the other people my age or the young people matched my social dance skills.  For example when people dance the jerk, the public goes half way and not all the way with the movement.  Otherwise, the jerk does not look like a jerk when it is supposed to be.  I knew most of the social dances that came out when those dances first came like the pony, the twist, the jerk and mash potatoes.  I never caught on to any of the hustle dances but I know I could learn if someone showed me.  The dance party got going by around 10 p.m. Also,  a word press demonstration went on, the older style where block words are set up. Ink is rolled and pressed onto white thick paper.  I printed RESIST, but I made a mistake printing resist in the beginning.  I remembered to place the words backwords and then print.  The second try I got it right. I left a copy for the party and brought a copy with me.  That was fun.  I left by 12 midnight because I didn’t want to be locked out.  I stayed over at someone’s apartment.  She said she’d by home by 10 p.m.  I biked to her apartment.  Hardly any traffic on the roads Saturday night.

I met a women who was a filmmaker.  She was a kind woman.  I approached her to talk to her.  Usually I am real shy. I am not a real heavy duty schmoozer type but I know I should if I want to meet people. This time the choice was positive.  I am glad I attended and had a good time.

Rock You became defunct.  Will put up still photos later on of the cats.

You can see that I luv cats.  Ninja Pants our cat looks at the rain from a window.  The white and black cat is our neighbor’s cat. Pretty cat.  He was sitting on a fence in the back of our apartment.

I viewed The Heart is a Lonely Hunter last night on dvd.  It was released during 1968.  I saw it as a new release at a movie theatre in AZ when it came out.  Oh so sad.  The main character reminds me of myself, however, Alan Arkin who played the main character was so patient with people, far more generous, hospitable and thought more about other people than myself.  He was a deaf mute person. People who had prejudices against him said he was a “dummy,”  but as the people came to know him as person, they began to like him a lot.  It illustrated how people can be so cold, cruel and mean to other people as they were to him.  He killed himself in the end.   I cried at the end of it. A sad story but a real story to me.  I think because it triggers feelings deep inside that want to be released.

Jean Pierre who is the director of the Amiens Film Festival wrote in response to my note this week.  It was about the Graffiti to see if it would be included in this year’s film fest event.  They wrote me yes but for next year to screen it.  They wrote me why.  The festival will have another retrospective of Native American directors and a book will be published as well.  Such dedication the French have to remember Native American filmmakers, much better than Americans and Canadians at this time.  So I was happy. I really thought they rejected it.  It’s so hard. One thing about those reality shows—I like some of them a lot like America’s Top Model, So You Think You Can Dance, USA & Canada—is that they show how the aspiring models, dancers or designers feel when they get eliminated or rejected.  People cry in rejection. That is not a lie. I cry just like them when I hear the news.  My Graffiti is not a normal drama video. Lot of people hate it.  Only a few like it.  Therefore it does not get that a widespread screening.  I tried my best to make it and people do not consider that.  I guess why should they.  Some who are very ignorant think I did it overnight?   Wish there was a film video festival so very open minded that included every type of film and video made by Indian people rather than to only include certain types.  Include all for better or worse.  If this doesn’t happen, will have to do it myself.  Create some sort of conference festival for Indigenous filmmakers in U.S. I know I can do it.