A slave to the machine

Nuzzling into the bosom of a sort of set typography in my brain, I seemed to have forgotten that wonderful human capacity to learn at such a rapid rate as I have done in the first 2 weeks at RMIT.

My 3 chosen subjects have delivered a tempest of knowledge.

So far, Sound Design has had me observing my sonic surroundings in ways that I have never would have considered. Cinema has allowed me to tear apart the elements of film narrative and investigate how the 4 meanings are categorised; Referential, Explicit, Implicit and Symptomatic. Media felt like a chummy old pal who has returned to dazzle me and at the same time, steal my money but with a budding new awareness, I’m viewing it in a new light.

I must have fallen to the side of observing Media as an automaton in recent years, like a slave to its machine, up to my neck in a cesspool of useless information. I sense that I’m being more selective with my Media consumption and it feels good to be wading out of the barrage at last!

The Nylex Plastic silo

 

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