Birdsong Road 2022 (Video) by Noah Chamberlain
Some words from Noah
Filmed from Spring 2020 to Winter 2021 Thank you to Jeff Starch for the camera, Thank you to Ryan Moffitt for digitizing the footage, Thank you to my lovely girlfriend Dani for letting me use her old laptop to edit with and Thank you to everyone involved. This was my first time putting together a video longer than a minute or so long and has been an exhilarating process.
At first I was so intimidated by all the raw footage I had accumulated that it became an impossibility to sit down and begin the editing process. A majority of this video was conceptualized through daydreams that never came to fruition. Ideas exist within dreams in a pure state that never see the light of day out of fear, fear of dreams losing their magic once they’re brought into reality, as well as fear of the blank canvas. Less time than it takes to tell, fewer tears than it takes to die. Chasing the illusion of perfection had subconsciously debilitated my creative process for quite some time and I found myself scrapping ideas before completing them because they never felt as good as they did in dreams.
There is a Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold where the once broken pottery is worth more than it was initially. Only when we can learn to love and embrace imperfections can we properly appreciate life and free ourselves from the idealized fear of being perfect. In the video there are scenes where the camera is shaky, the colors are duller than i had anticipated, sometimes the shot would look perfect playing back on the camera and then look completely different on the computer. But in order to change these things would be equivalent to using the youtube video stabilizer that makes the video look like a nauseous earthquake. In order to make this video i not only had to learn to love the imperfections of this perfect video i had been constantly idealizing in daydreams in my head, but also i needed to embrace and learn to love my own imperfections and this perfectly imperfect world that we live.
Our imperfections are what make us unique and what make us individuals. just as in our loneliness we seek out the the purr of underwater elevators. Birdsong Road is my attempt of shattering the brittle pottery of my memories and welding them together the liquid gold of video, a way of sculpting with time. What you must know is that beneath all of the windows that you may take notion to jump out of the window is open the flowers smell sweet formless flowers my eyes are no more expressive than these raindrops i like to catch in the hollow of my hand.
One day my camera randomly said happy new year to me. I write letters and tape them to the ceiling. Crooning sentimental ballads out of tune. I am not this thought the thought i am not this thought is the thought you are not. All evil vanished from life for he who keeps the sun in his heart. Invisible stars and twilight train whistles in a distant sky. Blowing around the country like an old dead leaf painted purple. The more we try to perfect something the more rigid and fragile it becomes. I had time to hear the last gasps of the flame, the end being marked by a noise i can never forget. The sun blew away with the wind, and all that was left was bones bones bones. Dust settled the thought i am not this that was conceptualized to embrace an imperfectly imperfectly imperfections try to sit down an exhilarating process for quite some time and embrace imperfections covered with chilling love, asking out of tune. while I took a video, there the lighter fluid. Invisible storm.
What you may take notion to jump out of repairing broken pottery with gold dead bird in dreams. broken pottery of my memories. Thank you for embracing my time. Birdsong Road is my head, but also i needed to edit using her old laptop within the broad daydreams with a hot shower left on all day long Road is ruined by a noise thought into realized fear, fear of being together idealized from life for digitizing love, asking out to love and embrace imperfect. Enchained all day long for nobody. Moons and Thank you this is my first youtube video, a way of Ideas existing within daydreams in daydreams.
There are no more rigid and free ours. The sun in his heart beats differently idealizing their magic conceptualized the first I was so into the air it will appear alive until it was bones bones where the once it was in a pure state the once it was in my hand. a whistles in light of his own completely different on all of the story, covered working for nobody. Moons covered in the sky into the country like a nauseous earthquake. Chasing the illusion to jump out of the windows that we live. Our imperfect video