In comparing my favourite and least favourite projects, I’ve discovered how much I enjoy the simplicity of a design, even if it’s overcomplicated counterpart is better. In determining how each piece uses a mixture of mediums including audio, visual and text, I’ve learnt that there is a fine line between what constitutes as too much and what constitutes as not enough.
The Guardian’s ‘Firestorm’ was my favourite project as it maintained my attention from the beginning. Although in some instances there was too much text, and I skimmed over it, the use of both audio, visual and writing combined to create a fantastic survival story.
The New York Time’s project, ‘Tomato Can Blues’ was my least favourite, despite it’s quirky comic images. This project read more like a blog than an article of journalism. With its limited interactive capabilities, this project really didn’t epitomise the meaning of convergent journalism and combining multiple media platforms.
For this project i’d like to explore aspects of mental health again, quite similar to my last audio project. I’d like to employ anonymous people who’ve suffered various mental health conditions and bring them together for the project in a sort of ‘safe place’ arena. The story itself, covering ideas such as overcoming this together and supporting each other through this. Various ambient sounds will include a group singing together, various aspects of each persons respective condition and a clever metaphor to link everything together. The use of photography will incorporate black and white stills of the environment in which each person feels most vulnerable as well as a potentially coloured still of everyone together in support.
Depression is not often described as a place: an empty attic up a creaking set of stairs. The walls reverberate a particular tone and mood, all contributing to feelings of self- doubt and worthlessness, whereas the ceiling presents a mass of cobwebs and painted in suppressed feelings. For my subject, whom wishes to remain anonymous, an unlocked door swings open, continuously inviting her into this room. Inside, the air is thin, she takes each breath with caution, and each step knowing a creak will follow.