Collaborating with Artists From "Somewhere Else"

Also published on Vancouver Film School's blog (Wednesday, May 2, 2012)

There are two things I discovered early at VFS: I'd have to work with others to get stuff done, and most of the people I'd be working with had come from "somewhere else" in the world.

Collaboration. It's the name of the game at VFS. Whether a massive school project or a seemingly small piece for a students's personal portfolio, absolutely nothing gets created, produced or promoted in a vacuum. This is no surprise for people who already get the value and importance of working together with other creative types. But for those used to doing things solo, it can come as a bit of a shock.

"You mean I'm going to have to let others see my work and give me their opinions? What if they hate it? What if they laugh or simply don't get it? What if I discover I'm really no good, or don't have what it takes to make it in the industry?" 

In the words of Marty McFly's dad in Back to the Future, they're just not sure they can take that kind of rejection! 

Cast & Crew of "Final Verdict"

By the way, "they" are us. More precisely, "they" were me for a good share of term one! It's bloody unnerving to jot down what you think is good, dramatic stuff - a solid premise, a compelling character, a great knock-em-dead joke - then bring it to class and watch it get analyzed, criticized, vandalized, and possibly euthenized. It's the psycho-emotional equivalent of stripping down in front of strangers. Granted, some people are into that kind of thing, but it was a bit of stretch for me at first. I mean, I can get goofy in a crowd and say a whack of totally inappropriate things, but that's different somehow. Seriously sharing your creative ideas - letting others hold your "babies", as it were - can be scary, nerve-wracking stuff.  Just speaking in front of others is, for some, a trauma beyond words.

Christian (right) with
animator Stefano
Marrone on
"The Flowers"

Great thing is, you get over it pretty quick. The skin gets thick, you learn to listen less with less emotion, and the value of others' input (twelve heads are often better than one) becomes clearer by the day. Eventually, you even come to crave the feedback of others, finding it an indispensable part of your creative process. Fact is, becoming a successful artist seems to mean finding that weird, tricky middle ground between trusting your gut with an almost arrogant confidence and being deeply suspicious of your own final judgment on an idea.  

Personally, I love working with others - even if my occasional insecurities or "case of the Mondays" don't always feel like it. But I'll also admit, collaboration at this level, and to this degree, took a little getting used to. But of course, there is simply no way to work in the film industry without it. It's just the way it is. The best strategy is to get used to it, and as quickly as possible!

Cast & Crew of "The Flowers" for VFS Compendium VI

VFS's Global Village. The really exciting part has been discovering how much talent and how many eager filmmakers there are around the globe. This isn't any big surprise; I just haven't had that many opportunities to collaborate with international artists. But the whole world is literally hanging out at VFS: fact is, almost all of us are from somewhere else!

For example, I've had the chance so far to story-edit for students from China, Malaysia, and Syria, in departments from Entertainment Business Management, Film Production, and Digital Design. I've written scripts for productions with partners from Ecuador, Peru, Italy, England. I've composed music for commercials and films (including VFS's Compendium VI) with teams so broadly international, it would be ponderous to list the countries they all come from.

Sketch Comedy rehearsals

Of course, we've all had (and will continue to have) experiences like this at VFS. My fellow writing compadres have similarly honed their chops and spread their wings with students from various departments and different countries. The benefits are mostly obvious - being exposed to different cultural perspectives, discovering unique approaches to filmmaking, tapping into an increasingly global industry -, but real chances to collaborate with international artists can be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Enter Vancouver Film School.    

One thing I'm certain of: we may never find a pool so full of eager and varied voices again. Now is the time to dive in start swimmin'!

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Spring Break with the Kids

Four months rush madly by and we're back in Alberta with the kids again. Woosh! Thank you, Spring Break!

After much phoning, texting, Skype-seshing, and Facebookery since Christmas, we flew into Calgary, settled into Brandi and Steve's, and booked it to Airdrie to grab James, Jenni and Ricky - the "Titanic Trio" - for a week of good times, catching up, and too-long-denied hugs, cuddles and arm punches.

James is now roughly eight feet tall (give or take), bench-presses Toyotas between Visalus shakes, and yet is vulnerable enough to admit that he loved The Hunger Games. This guy!

Jenni is donning a smart, new lip ring, looks great in pink dubstep gear, kicks ass at frisbee, all the while managing to maintain her "greatest daughter in the world" status, now fifteen years running!

And then there's Ricky. Holy. The kid's turning into a small tree! For sure he'll be my height by fall, and with an optimistic, "the-world-is-my-oyster" outlook to match. Must come with turning twelve! 

Day 1 (Saturday):
After hours of ping pong at friend Tara's, a ton o' laughs, and the inevitable Call of Duty sesh with Steve, it was BBQ time!

Day 2 (Sunday):
After football in the park, it was off to the mall at CrossIron Mills, where we feasted and celebrated Ricky's twelfth birthday at Boston Pizza before a refreshing bout of shopping, and a final stop at le cinema to enjoy The Hunger Games.

Day 3 (Monday):
The big surprise arrives: Grandad, bearing gifts for. . .everyone! And also primed and ready for an afternoon of frisbee (mainly with Jenni - a.k.a. "Das Fer"), pet store hopping and, finally, cruising for chicks. Not really, but that's what it felt like with three generations of Donnett boys in the car. (We attempted Wrath of the Titans, but the theatre's 3D decided to pooch out and we asked for a refund. Probably just a well.)

Day 4 (Tuesday):
No trip to Calgary is complete without a long stroll down Kensington Road. Too much culture, history, and general coolness to miss. After an afternoon filled with goodies from the Red Bush Candy Store, a group reading on the steps of Pages, cupcakes at Crave, toy inspections at Livingstone & Cavell, and the multi-cultural and aromatic delights Manana, it was off to le cinema once again for Titanic in 3D. Worth it, by the way!

Day 5 (Wednesday):
An early rise and off to celebrate an enduring family tradition: breakfast at McDonald's. Then a last drive around town before more hugs, cuddles, arm punches and heart-filled goodbyes.

It was so great to be with them again. And, wow, did everyone ever get along! (Maturity abounded. . .well, sort of.) We may talk lots on the phone, but it's never the same as seeing them, holding them, hearing and watching them tell us about what's new in their lives with friends, school, work, "growing-up" stuff. It was the fix we all need. I still hate living so far away from them and we talked a lot about "what's next" - i.e. after I'm done school. But the talk was always positive, and even though we haven't figure it all out just yet, it was encouraging to see how well they were doing, and that they were making things happen in their lives in the meantime.

Love 'em to death!

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1000 Views on YouTube!

I promised Mel we'd go out for dinner once my YouTube channel hit 1000 views.

On April 5, 2012, I finished recording the third of three original scores for films by Vancouver Film School students, including one of VFS's sixth annual Compendium productions, The Flowers. (The others were Jason Chan's Final Verdict and Nicholas Humphries Forgiveness.) Posting Flowers and Verdict to YouTube (Forgiveness is en route) pushed the views to the ceiling.

So. . .Fish House at Stanley Park, here we come!

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