{"id":19215,"date":"2015-03-12T08:38:29","date_gmt":"2015-03-12T08:38:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.skwigly.co.uk\/?p=19215"},"modified":"2019-08-09T21:11:55","modified_gmt":"2019-08-09T21:11:55","slug":"nfb-hothouse-10-a-little-craving-frances-adair-mckenzie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.skwigly.co.uk\/nfb-hothouse-10-a-little-craving-frances-adair-mckenzie\/","title":{"rendered":"NFB Hothouse 10: \u2018A Little Craving\u2019 (Frances Adair Mckenzie)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Frances_2_cropped\"<\/a>Having grown up in British Columbia, Frances Adair Mckenzie<\/a> now resides in Montreal as a new media artist, having earned a Bachelor in Studio Arts from Concordia University<\/a> as well as a diploma in New Media Design from BCIT<\/a>. Her work spans a broad artistic gamut including stop-motion, illustration, mask-making, digital art, installations and projection. Amongst her recent work is the “immersive digital Baroque opera” <\/strong><\/em>Pa<\/strong>rty Like It’s 1699<\/strong><\/a> which was presented toward the end of last year at the Society for Arts and Technology<\/a>. Bringing her uniquely abstract filmmaking style to the National Film Board of Canada<\/a> for the tenth edition of its apprenticeship scheme Hothouse<\/a>, her film <\/strong><\/em>A Little Craving<\/strong><\/a> takes inspiration from the found sound of dogs growling to create a surrealist, stop-motion work in which a pair of disembodied wigs fight a losing battle with temptation.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

A Little Craving<\/em><\/strong> is an animation about intuition, desire and allowing the forces we can\u2019t always understand to construct us. It is about failure; underlining the notion that if you\u2019re going to fail, you should always fail hard.<\/p>\n

The piece is inspired by an album of vintage photographs I pored over as a child. Mainly pictures of my mother\u2019s five older sisters, looking stunning, sprawled across various rusted vehicles with oceans of wheat as a backdrop. The family was raised on a farm just outside of Edmonton, Alberta, and at one point there were five teenage girls living in one bedroom, in a house at the end of a dirt road. Notably, in the pictures, elaborate hairdos set the precedent. While I idealized the images, my mother told stories of hair pulled around beer cans and pillows folded under necks; pretence of rest.
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