Sunday, 6 July 2008

Best Week of My Life

I just came back from a Forkbeard Fantasy workshop in Devon experimenting with various film and theatre techniques with a small group of visual artists, designers, performers etc. I made (alone and in collaboration with others) four 2D and one 3D stop animation films, devised a short performance that mixed film projection and live theatre and made two short films using actors based on a monologue I had written. The workshop leaders were clever and interesting, and so were the other participants. As if that wasn't enough, the food was great and we stayed in holiday cottages with a pool, so I swam every day. I can say without embarrassment that it was the best week of my life.

I have allocated various time slots this way. For example, I spent five days in Tokyo about four years ago, and that was the best five days I have ever spent. I have got best years, best months, best nine months, best weeks... I haven't had the best day of my life yet. (Yes, I have given birth - but I'd describe that as a night of terrible pain with a good outcome. Sometimes you see famous people interviewed about their best and worst times in the newspapers and some will say the days their children were born were the best days of their life - but if you look closely, it's always men saying it.) I suppose I need to try and have the best day of my life shortly before I die, so I can keep building up to it, and not have it and look back on it for too long, knowing it has passed.

Anyway... I feel inspired. I'm still working my novel, and another novel that is supposed to be temporarily dormant and keeps rearing up and insisting on being written, and a play and and and... But while getting on with these, I might try and keep up with the (ahem) film-making. It's even more satisfying than knitting.

7 comments:

Lucy said...

There's an amazing sense of achievement in giving birth - it's so effing difficult. Second time around though I had no drugs whatsoever and that was effing stupid. But anyway: defo best days of my life, seeing the baby's face for the first time after you have spent so long growing it is way up there I think.

Helen Smith said...

Ew. Maybe it's just me, then. When Lauren was born, I looked at her and said 'oh fuck' - to the consternation of the midwife in attendance. But I was just glad she was alive. If they come out OK, you know you've got the rest of your life to spend with them. I had loved her since before I even saw her, of course, but childbirth doesn't half hurt.

Lucy said...

Well Lilirose took one look at me and did the baby equivalent of "oh fuck" - she was OUTRAGED at being born, literally clenching her tiny fists with rage. That might have had something to do with her getting a black eye as I had to give birth standing up and the midwife only just caught her, sticking a thumb in her eye... Not a great start!

Helen Smith said...

Crumbs... standing up?

Elinor said...

I'm with Lucy on this, no pain relief for either of mine. Doddle with the first-born daughter. She coughed a bit and then fell asleep but the son came out furious, two weeks overdue with male pattern baldness, nails too long and and resembled no one so much as Steptoe. Strangely, this reflects their personalities at 21 and 17 respectively. The daughter is very contained and the son is either howling with laughter or roaring with annoyance (usually at me!)

Glad you had such a breat week though Helen. Will you be posting your work on Youtube? x

Helen Smith said...

Elinor - no pain relief at all? Crikey.

I'm not sure that my films - however proud I am of having made them - quite deserve a showing on YouTube. Some people produced extraordinary, artistic, professional-looking pieces of work last week so hopefully some of those will go up somewhere.

Far Away said...

does sound rather a fab week Helen x