In an age of digital technology I try my best to regulate my obsessions, or make them as fruitful as possible. Instagram is both a crutch and a well of stories for me. I tend to check Instagram when I feel restless or when I need a pick-me-up, but its most useful to me when … Continue reading
The Gardiner is slow moving as I trudge east toward the city in my red Nisan Versa, the newest and most unassured car I’ve ever been rented by the production company I work for. I’m thrilled the car is red and can fit my bike in the back; that I even receive a car at all is … Continue reading
Because I can only do something for the first time once (unless you believe in reincarnation) I thought ‘future me’ would like to one day reflect on this inaugural Journey of Discovery. I call it a Journey of Discovery because it that’s what I feel I am on. I came up with the idea for my … Continue reading
![Up – An Island Film [VIDEO]](https://andreawrobel.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/island-film.png?w=290&h=290&crop=1 "Up – An Island Film [VIDEO]")
A glorious week of letting thoughts and actions occur and then meditating on their meanings; a break from writing to explore thoughts and energy. This is an autobiographical film, filmed and edited during my week at Artscape Gibraltar Point. It exists as a representation of mind, body, breath; a study of self, the way we use … Continue reading
I crawled out of bed up at 6:35 this morning and hustled to the beach, not expecting to see a sun rise and I was a little bummed to see I was right to expect so. A thick blanket of cloud collected along the horizon so high that it took 2 hours for the sun to peak … Continue reading
Over the last two days I have plotted out my entire novel here at Artscape Gibraltar Point. I discovered each idiosyncratic quirk in each of characters, how they relate to each other, and whether or not they truly like one another. I studied Karl Marx, Max Weber, and C. Wright Mills. I read about social … Continue reading
(also know as Day 3 of my Island Residency) Every living element of the island hid under the fog that the rain left behind. Not a footprint in the sand. Not a soul stirred as the sun rose behind stratus cloud. On the beach a single candle flickered in avidity. The waves lapped. Unseen seagulls … Continue reading
