Annotations for Element 2 (Video)

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1WhrS61B6ANIWP8g_h6Tuugn6Apd_SQvQ?usp=share_link – Link to google drive folder with the video

VIDEO ANNOTATIONS : This video is 53 seconds long. It portrays my passion for music as a way of escaping reality. I have experimented with sound and a variety of frames and angles. The white noise in the background along with the voices puts the viewer in an uncomfortable state, which follows and only increases throughout the video. I really like the fact that through the added sound on the montage the viewer is still able to hear the cutting of the vegetables and the wind outside, representing their connection to reality, among the craziness and chaos in their head. The discomfort grows until it all stops when music starts playing. This sudden shift creates contrast between the two states, simultaneously surviving as a point of release of that tension. I have used natural light to highlight this mundane routine. In the future I would like to experiment with more locations, camera movements and light. 

Annotations for Element 2 (Audio)

This is a 78 second teaser to a podcast about passion. Passion for music, this short audio explores how I started learning guitar in the first place and reveals some details of my latest achievements. The patchy style is represented in the intertwined fragments of phrases as well as the choice of music.  

Creating a teaser to a podcast about “passion”

SCRIPT AND PLANNING MY EDITS: 

[Chatter on the background as main music]

[Click sound]= stop 

[Click sound]= start 

[Energised music fades in, then becomes louder]

Hey guys! Thank you for clicking on this channel. So yeah this is just a small teaser of what I am going to be doing next week, and the topic is “Passion” Enjoy!

[Voice stops, music takes over ]

[Click sound]= stop 

[Click sound]= start

[Music and distant chatter on the background creates a split in the speech]

Voice: Hmm.. okay.. What is my passion ? What? Is? My ? Passion? That’s an interesting question! 

Voice: Okay, okay, okay so umm how it started, right ? umm so basically it started from the COVID times.

Voice: I found this umm.. Guitar at the corner of my house, literally hidden with blankets!

Voice: Sport? is not my thing.. no no no

Voice: Can I call that my “passion”?

Voice: And it saved me honestly !

Voice: Of course I started with something easy.. Like small songs just like “Riptide” it was really popular at that time 

Voice: Yeah yeah the one by Vance Joy!

Voice: I for some reason got invited to a charity concert with a massive audience! I was scared for my life !

Voice: Literally everyone better than me !

[the chatter on the background and music 2 continues]

Voice: I honestly think I would not be able to survive without it now. I have to play! 

[Click=stop]= cutting out the last letter of the word “play”

Narrator: Well I think you got the rough idea of what the content is going to be about. To hear more join me on the 2nd of february for the full release. Have fun and bye.  

[The background chatter fades out towards the end of the sentence]

[Music stops playing]

[Click= end]

ANNOTATION FOR AUDIO:

During the creation of this audio piece I have experimented a lot with sound, music and its placement. Some sounds not only served as a concluding fragment of a sentence or a phrase, but also a turning point for the audience to understand where parts of the teaser end and begin. I really enjoyed the crisp sound of the “click” as well as the way it perfectly fitted the tone and genre of the audio. In order to get clearer sound I experimented with their recording locations, and some of the settings in the CapCut app.  You can clearly hear the difference in sharpness and depth of the sound of different voices. 

Annotations for Element 2 (Creative Writing)


My feet were now hurting from the burning sensation of the bricks on the road, which the sun had heated to an unimaginable temperature. It was midday, hence it made sense. On my way to the square I passed several small, but cosy restaurants filled with tourists like myself, with little kids, whose faces were covered in melted chocolate ice-cream. Probably because something much more interesting had suddenly caught their attention. The loud sounds of admiration along with the growl of the car engines barely allowed me to hear the music coming from the centre of the crowd. The people stood so closely to each other, it felt like I was peeking over the neighbour’s fence, to catch that one dispute, which the whole building could hear so well, but only one would be lucky to see.. but of course they had no intention of moving. 

After a couple of tries and with the cost of my big toe I managed to secure a place closer to the performance. A young gentleman, wearing a white linen shirt, brown shoes and trousers, which you could see were bought a couple of years ago, was skillfully playing the guitar and singing at the top of his lungs without any concern for his beautiful voice. The way he held the instrument and slid his fingers on the frets, without the slightest uncertainty in his movements shook me right to my core. He carefreely and briskly plucked the strings, selectively going through a variety of strumming patterns with his long, filed nails while I stood there, trying to figure out how he managed to play so gracefully without breaking a single sweat on his forehead. 

The rhythm picked up pace, closing his eyes, music flowed from his soul right to me and I instantly felt so close to him, as if I could touch his naked soul right at that moment. He didn’t stop, he lived through every second of the song and you could see it in the way his body perfectly complemented the performance. His shoulders were jumping up and down like the sun is going to burn through his skin. His feet – loudly stamped on every strong beat of the song, despite the flaming bricks. His head shook intact with the music, without missing a single pause.

The gentleman soon finished his performance and people started to leave, throwing coins and putting five to fifteen euro bills into his guitar case, which he in return gladly accepted with a nod and the most genuine smile. I myself – couldn’t move a muscle. Staring into his eyes I came to a realisation that his passion for music came beyond mere skill – it was something bigger, he gave a part of himself away with every single without the slightest hope for its return. 

Soon there were only the two of us. The sun began to set and the streets – to quiet down. He slowly put his guitar into the leather case, picking up the unimpressive revenue of the day. I would be upset seeing this sum, but he seemed unbothered. He continued to hum the melody of his songs and enjoy the end day. I thought to myself  “He must be happy, but why ?” He had been sitting there all day under the burning flames of the sun, sacrificing his time and energy to only get so much. Following the backs of uninterested and overly busy pedestrians with his sight, hoping to catch their attention. But I was foolish, he wasn’t there for the people, in fact he barely even noticed them (I could tell that by the astonished grimace on his face when he opened his eyes). He was only there for himself, himself and the music.

ANNOTATION FOR CREATIVE WRITING:

This is a 624 word short story about the passion of music. This was one of the most difficult tasks for me to complete. At first I couldn’t settle on the opening line, since it is one of the most important parts of story writing. The opening sentence creates the first impression and the tone of the language for the reader, and sets it throughout the whole passage.  I paid close attention to the setting, focusing on the sound and feelings at a particular moment, taking my time to immerse the readers with the use of the descriptive language. This technique also helps build an atmosphere and decreases the distance between the reader and the narrator. I managed to preserve the and guide the readers through my thought process, this way they were able to reach the logistical end of the story with me, feeling engaged throughout the whole passage.In my opinion to make the delivery of the story better in the future I can try experimenting more with different points of view and syntax, as well as longer passages and more plot twists.

Creative Writing (Element 2)


My feet were now hurting from the burning sensation of the bricks on the road, which the sun had heated to an unimaginable temperature. It was midday, hence it made sense. On my way to the square I passed several small, but cosy restaurants filled with tourists like myself, with little kids, whose faces were covered in melted chocolate ice-cream. Probably because something much more interesting had suddenly caught their attention. The loud sounds of admiration along with the growl of the car engines barely allowed me to hear the music coming from the centre of the crowd. The people stood so closely to each other, it felt like I was peeking over the neighbour’s fence, to catch that one dispute, which the whole building could hear so well, but only one would be lucky to see.. but of course they had no intention of moving. 

After a couple of tries and with the cost of my big toe I managed to secure a place closer to the performance. A young gentleman, wearing a white linen shirt, brown shoes and trousers, which you could see were bought a couple of years ago, was skillfully playing the guitar and singing at the top of his lungs without any concern for his beautiful voice. The way he held the instrument and slid his fingers on the frets, without the slightest uncertainty in his movements shook me right to my core. He carefreely and briskly plucked the strings, selectively going through a variety of strumming patterns with his long, filed nails while I stood there, trying to figure out how he managed to play so gracefully without breaking a single sweat on his forehead. 

The rhythm picked up pace, closing his eyes, music flowed from his soul right to me and I instantly felt so close to him, as if I could touch his naked soul right at that moment. He didn’t stop, he lived through every second of the song and you could see it in the way his body perfectly complemented the performance. His shoulders were jumping up and down like the sun is going to burn through his skin. His feet – loudly stamped on every strong beat of the song, despite the flaming bricks. His head shook intact with the music, without missing a single pause.

The gentleman soon finished his performance and people started to leave, throwing coins and putting five to fifteen euro bills into his guitar case, which he in return gladly accepted with a nod and the most genuine smile. I myself – couldn’t move a muscle. Staring into his eyes I came to a realisation that his passion for music came beyond mere skill – it was something bigger, he gave a part of himself away with every single without the slightest hope for its return. 

Soon there were only the two of us. The sun began to set and the streets – to quiet down. He slowly put his guitar into the leather case, picking up the unimpressive revenue of the day. I would be upset seeing this sum, but he seemed unbothered. He continued to hum the melody of his songs and enjoy the end day. I thought to myself  “He must be happy, but why ?” He had been sitting there all day under the burning flames of the sun, sacrificing his time and energy to only get so much. Following the backs of uninterested and overly busy pedestrians with his sight, hoping to catch their attention. But I was foolish, he wasn’t there for the people, in fact he barely even noticed them (I could tell that by the astonished grimace on his face when he opened his eyes). He was only there for himself, himself and the music.

Mood Board (Element 2)

This mood board explores two of my deepest passions: music and art. I have started practising both of them from a very young age. I simultaneously started music school and normal school therefore music has been accompanying me throughout my life. What about art.. I have always had a passion for it. I have collected my little oldest drawings and still keep them as a memory and a reminder where I have started my journey as an artist.