4D Journey: Draft 1/ To Walk in Another’s Shoes/ Journey into the Private Sphere

For now, I’ve managed to arrange it and edit the timing of the clips.

There’s more to be done, from narration and including appropriate music/sounds and transitioning . . . But – Of course – there’s selective inclusion of the raw sounds captured in those little clips . . . Of course they’re there for a reason. Please don’t ever think it’s random. I will be mortified.

At least the essence of the film is clear as of now – solitude.

An inner world, quiet unless you think  consciously in voice.



4D Journey: Rough Draft in Pictures

Apparently the short clips are too large to be uploaded on OSS so here are some pictures.


Will explore the use of silhouettes.


I think i’ll use my camcorder for recording instead. The quality is quite horrendous when zoomed in.


More shadows. Weather’s good.


Was thinking of having the individual joined by another at the end of the film . . .


Have got to use the camcorder.


Don’t want the individual to make eye contact. It destroys the sense of private space.

4D: Introduction to “Journey into the Private Sphere”


Project Direction:

To film individuals who appear to be “absorbed in their own world”, “unaware of their surroundings” or simply “enjoying the moment alone“, as if their existence is a separate entity from society.

To narrate their lives based on their actions, speculating on what they could be thinking or feeling at that precise moment.

To make it a more realistic experience, the footage will be accompanied by suitable music, depending on their actions.

Thus, the style of documenting this short film would be similar to that of wildlife documentaries, only . . . this one is anthropological, perhaps (?) Not that humans aren’t animals. Or wild.

We can be wild.

4D (BTS 02): The αppleBy’s Self

STAGE II: Hunting for New Pictures 

Having been informed that my pictures did not indicate a storyline, I discarded them in a fit of unhappiness and decided to truly get out there and take better pictures. Not without proper thinking, though. Here are my considerations for the hunt:

1) Visual Appeal

2) Framing

3) Consistency 

4) The Feels (a.k.a what vibes do they give the passive observer?)

5) What does it show about me? 


With this criteria, I ventured out with my family members to several spots around the country and came up with these (excludes the final photos):

Comment: The Little Prince streetlamp reference to the meaningless work-life cycle is strong with this one. Unacceptable.

Comment: The Little Prince streetlamp reference to the meaningless work-life cycle is strong with this one. Plus, the tree’s dead. Unacceptable.








Comment: Details, details. Yet too impersonal.

Comment: Details, details. Yet too impersonal.







Comment: Hive of a stingless bee colony. Perhaps a little too specific and documentary-like to be personal.

Comment: Hive of a stingless bee colony. Perhaps a little too specific and documentary-like to be personal. The project’s about SELF, honey.








Comment: "Dad, I need a drink."  "No." "Then I need an angle."

Comment: “Dad, I need a drink.”
“Then I’ll need an angle.”








Comment: Flanking the tree, this would only mean "shelter/shade" or "curiosity" to most people. It's not going to mean "rapport" like I hoped it would.

Comment: Paralleling the tree, this would only mean “shelter/shade” or “curiosity” to most people. It’s not going to mean “rapport” like I hoped it would.









Comment: Bad framing. Ay.

Comment: Bad framing. Light everywhere. Ay.







I did came up with 4 shots at the end of the day . . . or weekend.



Being very aware of my not-so proficient vocal abilities, I decided to provide an alternative form of communication should my thoughts-to-voice processing fail me again. That’ll be the description and analysis, as well as as curt introduction to my work. It’s uploaded before these 2 (BTS) posts were, chances are you’ve already seen it if you are following up with this.


Once again, thanks for spending time to view this. Much appreciated. XD

4D (BTS 01): The αppleBy’s SELF

STAGE I : The first 3 pictures without a consistent storyline.

To represent self in objects is a complicated task. What did I wish to explore about my inner self? What truly shaped my identity in the past 19 years? And why would these objects hold the significance they do? And would they even be intriguing to the target audience, which are my classmates?

Having these questions in mind, I set upon my task of pillaging through my old things, and found a handful of memorabilia with provocative stories to tell.

They were:

1) A Letter from a Stalker, In a Fridge

2) Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s The Meek One, With my framed portfolio in the Background

3) The Styrofoam Model of a Hand, With a Black Background




The Letter in a Fridge

The letter was written to me in March, 2014 by a previous desk-mate in high school. We were never on good terms, having built our relations on competitive grounds; trying to outdo each other in every subject possible. At least, that was what I perceived our relations to be.

It turned out that he had an obsession with me, and wrote this letter describing how he knew the number of shoes that were on my shoe rack back home, and even how the way I walked and the way I did my hair. It was queer to be the object of someone’s obsession, but I respected the sass. As such, I told him to focus on taking care of his parents. I couldn’t possibly ruin the life of a person with stability, I mused.

Raw Photograph

Upon closer reflection and commentary from my peers, my actions under these circumstances revealed something I never knew about myself. Why was I not terrified? Why was my response interestingly considerate although I did not believe myself to be so? How on earth did I not feel anything remotely drastic from this entire event?

Answer (1 year later): Asexuality, Self-Obsession and High tolerance for anomalies. I must be utterly concentrated on living my own life and being self-absorbed to not realize that it was different for someone else to know the details in your life. Being ostracized for having different conceptions about reality in the earlier part of my life greatly magnified my tolerance for behavioral anomalies. And it is better to be aware of these features of mine than it is to be ignorant.



Fyodor Dostoyevsky‘s The Meek One

The Meek One is a tale written by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, best known for his work, Crime and Punishment. This short tale adopts the style of the stream of consciousness of the narrator, which makes the story feel a lot more personal, intimate and unpredictable. The narrator begins his tale by presenting himself as the dominant older male, a proud owner of a pawn shop, who found interest in a poor, meek 19-year old girl (with the looks of a 14-year old) from a background of poverty. He derived amusement from mocking this less fortunate girl, which understandably (from the reader’s perspective) foreshadows his romantic interest in her. As expected, she marries him for his money and they begin their married life together. The story goes on to show the gradual depletion of the narrator’s dominance and increasing submission to his increasingly shrewd wife. The tale ends with her entirely dominating his existence.


A Different Angle

So what does this tale mean to me? And what’s with the background portfolio?

My portfolio that stands in the background was done partly as a homage to Vincent Van Gogh (the only crush I ever had) [technique wise],  a metaphor for 19 years of my life trapped in the education system [plot] and was greatly inspired by my muse that is my fiance [emotion]. You might be mystified on how these 3 seemingly singular elements connect into 1 project. Let me explain (briefly) . . .


It’s really that simple.

Now assimilate this picture of Madness that stands behind a tale of Dominance turned Submission . . . Voilà! You see how I came to be the Meek One I am today because of the madness that had touched me (though now subsided).



Front view

Front view

The Styrofoam Hand was the first ever object I purchased at Art Friend. Mind-boggling as it is, there isn’t a deep explanation for why I bought this thing. I was born with hands whose look I didn’t like, although I did like the work they produced. So I decided to give myself a hand (that I actually like) to look at and draw, whenever I feel like it.

Semi Side View

Semi Side View



You might have noticed that there ain’t any pictures for one to appreciate in this post. I deleted them all in a fit of unhappiness over my work. However, there will be pictures in the next post that is STAGE II, so . . . let’s focus on that instead.

Thanks for reading this dreadfully long process log. I appreciate it.



I managed to find the photographs after all, so enjoy them. Woot!