Finding Independent Film Makers

Are you a determined director or an up-and-coming animator?

The Dissatis Faction is looking for independent short films or web series to feature on our blog, and if you’ve got a talent for making cinematic treasures, we’d love to write about it.

Whether it’s a comedy, tragedy, or anything in between, we’re happy to check it out. The more creative the better, so feel free to get in touch with your wackiest work.

Donnie: Why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit?

Frank: Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

– Quote from Donnie Darko (2001)

Donnie Darko is, and for ever will be, one of my favourite films. I remember watching it when I was just thirteen or fourteen, and immediately feeling an

The film is based around the life of a troubled teenager called Donnie, who lives in the suburbs of Virginia. After being awakened in the night by a mysterious figure in a rabbit costume, he is told that the world will end in 28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, and 12 seconds. The film then centres around a series of events within this time frame, all beginning with a jet engine crashing into Donnie’s bedroom, though its origins are unknown.

With themes of time travel, mental illness, and philosophical notions scattered throughout the film, it’s an engaging watch, and for me, a timeless classic. If it’s a film that you’re unfamiliar with, I highly recommend checking it out!

Art at Obzervashunal

In today’s post we’re showcasing art created by the amazing K’lee L, who’s work you can check out at Obzervashunal. A photographer, graphic artist, and natural creative, his work captures an array of emotionally evocative images.

K’lee L’s website is packed with amazing camera work, but describing him simply as a photographer misses out on a whole world of imaginative beauty. This is because K’lee L is an artist, blending graphic designs with perfectly captured moments, and adding new dimensions to his imagery.

With a large focus on nature, K’lee L, captures scenic moments, and often re imagines them with his own graphic twists. This is a pleasant departure from the uniformity of conventional nature photography, and it creates room for his artistic interpretations to flourish.

One of my favourite images is the The Egret’s morning catch, which is a graphic image based on a fantastic snap of an Egret hunting a fish in the morning hours. If you’re a nature lover with an eye for experimental work, I highly recommend following his fantastic blog!

Ode to the Freelancer

I’ve been paid for my work, but how long must it last?
When is my next project? Will I have to fast?
Should I return to the office? Go back to my past?
But my flexible schedule can be such a blast!

For there is nothing, that I wouldn’t write,
Some days I’ll stay up, and work all through the night.
This is my passion, though my wallet is light,
I can only hope, that with patience, my future is bright.

Between different company’s, you’ll see me roam,
And whenever I can, I’ll be working from home.
For I have no boss, I must do it alone,
Now I’ll keep my head down, and try not to moan.

– The Dissatis Faction

In need of original imagery?

In need of original imagery?

Are you constantly searching for original images to feature on your site? Or are you simply a photography lover who could browse through pictures for hours?

If you fall into one of these categories, then let me direct you to Photo Art, a blog full of wonderful photography by Alex Markobich, who kindly invites you to use his images for free.

With his artistic eye, Alex captures many subtle elements of nature through beautiful angles for us to marvel at. And as a bonus, his posts often feature a particularly friendly looking cat!

Calling All Aspiring Artists

Calling All Aspiring Artists

Are you ready to share your creative talents with the world?

The Dissatis Faction is looking for upcoming artists to write about. We are happy to feature a variety of artists on our blog, and we’re open to showcasing the wackiest art pieces.

If you’d like us to feature your work on our blog, let us know by leaving a comment below, or messaging our account executive at matthewnashcontact@gmail.com

 

Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

One of my all-time favourite literary heroes is Charles Bukowski. Admittedly, my affection for his work is somewhat biased by the connection that his cynicism creates with me (I can be a pretty grumpy guy at times). But whether you’re down in the dumps, or having the best time of your life, I guarantee that Bukowski has woven a few words that you can relate too.

Charles Bukowski used his words to depict the downtrodden side of American culture. His writings feature unglamorous factory workers, postmen, and drunks, yet his dynamic writing style fills these mundane characters with their own quirky charisma. A large body of his work is semi-autobiographical, featuring fictional stories that are loosely based around his exploits working in low paid jobs, and often focusing on his infamous alcohol abuse. He seems to take care to paint a portrait of himself that is far from boastful, yet never too condemning – no man could describe himself as a mean drunk but reveal a vulnerable side that creates an overwhelming sense of empathy as well as Bukowski.

If you’re looking for a new great read, I highly recommend picking up a copy of his renowned book – Post Office. Here is one of my favourite Bukowski poems, Two Flies. If you’re a fan of Bukowski, leave a comment down below!

The flies are angry bits of life;
why are they so angry?
it seems they want more,
it seems almost as if they
are angry
that they are flies;
it is not my fault;
I sit in the room
with them
and they taunt me
with their agony;
it is as if they were
loose chunks of soul
left out of somewhere;
I try to read a paper
but they will not let me
be;
one seems to go in half-circles
high along the wall,
throwing a miserable sound
upon my head;
the other one, the smaller one
stays near and teases my hand,
saying nothing,
rising, dropping
crawling near;
what god puts these
lost things upon me?
other men suffer dictates of
empire, tragic love…
I suffer
insects…
I wave at the little one
which only seems to revive
his impulse to challenge:
he circles swifter,
nearer, even making
a fly-sound,
and one above
catching a sense of the new
whirling, he too, in excitement,
speeds his flight,
drops down suddenly
in a cuff of noise
and they join
in circling my hand,
strumming the base
of the lampshade
until some man-thing
in me
will take no more
unholiness
and I strike
with the rolled-up-paper –
missing! –
striking,
striking,
they break in discord,
some message lost between them,
and I get the big one
first, and he kicks on his back
flicking his legs
like an angry whore,
and I come down again
with my paper club
and he is a smear
of fly-ugliness;
the little one circles high
now, quiet and swift,
almost invisible;
he does not come near
my hand again;
he is tamed and
inaccessible; I leave
him be, he leaves me
be;
the paper, of course,
is ruined;
something has happened,
something has soiled my
day,
sometimes it does not
take man
or a woman,
only something alive;
I sit and watch
the small one;
we are woven together
in the air
and the living;
it is late
for both of us.

Have any budding digital artists ever used the Wacom Draw Graphics Tablet to sketch before? I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not exactly the next Van Gogh, but I’ve been tempted to dabble with digital sketching for a while now.

If anyone has any experience of using the Wacom tablet, or a similar sort of thing,  it’d be great to here from you! Anyway, I’ll be back with more artistic updates shortly.

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.”  – Terence Mckenna