The concept of this 8 second film explores visual expression/love letter to struggling creatives. In an attempt to colour outside of the lines, this frustration can be seen and not heard through a montage of still and moving image. "The Hum" by Codie Scott Arguably the most important part of the brain is the part that makes us dream, imagine, create. An almost unprecedented single part is what makes you, you and me, me. It’s technically called the Fornix but I call it the dream box. In my dream box, there’s a hum. What makes my creativity good is the hum. There is some kind of change, a shift inside of me when the work gets good, a hum begins in my brain. And it grows, and it grows and that hum sounds like an open road that I could drive forever. A lot of people, when I try to explain the hum, they assume that I’m talking about the physical outcomes, that the final piece brings me joy. And don’t get me wrong, they do. But the hum-- It wasn’t until I started a job so mundane and lifeless that I started imagining, working, making and building, creating and collaborating that I discovered this thing. This buzz. This rush. This hum. The hum is more than creating. The hum is action and activity. The hum is a drug. The hum is music. The hum is light and air. And when you have a hum like that, you can’t help feel taught, ready to run – like a racehorse – to strive for greatness that feeling, that’s called the hum... The question is what happens when the dream box is being invaded and the hum stops? When frustration hits so hard and is so demanding it’s sucking the dream box dry. It’s taking over the hum. The hum – it’s overworked, overused, overdone, burned out. My frustration has killed my hums engine. I’ve stopped loving my work and I’m no longer having any fun. All of the colours are the same. I can’t restart the engine. The hum cannot be hot-wired. My hum is broken. My work – it’s my life. It’s all I do. I was the hum, and the hum was me. So, what do you do when the thing you do, the work you love starts to taste like dust? Imagine when that frustration is removed what will actually be left or rather who is left? With no hum? Anything? Anyone?
