Jeffery Oliver

Working through art and life, often on a bicycle.

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Sea Monster Spotted in Boise River

I spotted a sea monster in the Boise River along the greenbelt trail bicycling home from Boise State on March 1, 2017 and recorded photos and video. At first I thought it was a beaver, but then it looked like a sea turtle, and then, it clearly wasn’t a sea turtle.

Video Experiment: Tilt Shift Time Lapse

I’ve seen this effect in several videos and wanted to see how easy/difficult it is to accomplish this in Adobe Premiere (since I don’t have a tilt shift lens).

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The Garden Wars – short stop-motion film

The Garden Wars short stop motion film

It’s the Chickens vs. the Ducks in the Beulah Valley! What happens when “The Rab” (a sneaky rabbit) infiltrates the garden and “Wings” (protector of the garden) discovers his sister, Henrietta, has been “porching” with Blue Boy?

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A Moment Standing Still – Solstice 2016 Playlist

Winter Solstice–a moment the earth stands still before approaching perihelion, its coming closest to Earth–the magnetic magnitude fully felt–when electricity shifts and wind, and we turn slowly again toward the light. But until that turning, I can’t not look into where I’m becoming. Share the light http://bit.ly/solstice2016music.

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Client Video: We Are the Office of Information Technology at Boise State

Wrote, directed, edited, and narrated video to show the scope and impact of the Office of Information Technology on the Boise State University campus. Principal photography by Jeffery Oliver. Additional photography provided by Boise State.

December 2016.

Knowledge Distracts

knowledge distracts us from our main purpose in life - tarkovsky

I heard this quote from Andrei Tarkovsky, that “knowledge distracts us from our main purpose in life,” in an interview/homage video titled “A Tribute to Andrei Tarkovsky” by “Five Minute Movies” on YouTube. The video captures some of Tarkovsky’s thoughts on art and life and that, for some, art is a spiritual pursuit. These ideas are more fully realized in his excellent collection of essays on filmmaking and art, “Sculpting in Time (Amazon).”

Beam Me Here Now

 

Beam Me Here Now

“I saw you beam down just now,” he says to me as I was tweeting about wanting a vegetarian corndog which may be more surreal than the conversation that followed. And I knew we would have a conversation–he had that look as he approached me on the sidewalk just past the intersection at Broadway and Myrtle.

“Which ship are you from? ‘X’ or ‘Y’,” he asked me. “X” and “Y” represent the names that I didn’t not hear clearly and that I did not recognize or know. He had a split in his lower lip–the kind of split more likely because of the cold dry air in Boise at the beginning of December than getting hit.

“I don’t think either,” I replied looking up from my phone and facing him. “Then are you from ‘Z’,” he asked suggesting he knew I was from elsewhere. Again, “Z” simply represents the name of a planet, or place, I’m not familiar with.

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Night. [creative nonfiction]

night. an essay on skateboarding

One amber halogen light above a yellow parking block in the warm calm of crickets and cicadas. Fifteen minutes in and this is all there is in the world. Everything distilled to truck or deck, nose or tail.

1984. $200 worth of fixing the lawnmower and cutting summer heat Arkansas grass. Air filters, spark plugs, gas, and grass and grass and then Gulf Shores, Alabama. Church group, alligator crossing signs between the black water lakes and the whitest of white beaches, bikinis and bikinis and becoming—14-year-old body and mind not in sync—stay focused, Hot Tropics Skate Shop. The Gator, Indy 169’s, pink vision Shredders (88A’s so soft I could ride on hard packed gravel), Rib Bones, nose and tail guards(?)(!)—initiation rites.

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Light, where do you come from? [poem]

light? I ask, where do you come from

Somewhere a star sounds its light through nowhere. “Light?” I ask, “Where do you come from?” I am surrounded by the light, but it does not answer. Or maybe the breeze that’s dropping leaves from trees across the river is the answer? I breathe it in.

Lo Tikadi ti Ada [choral music]

Lo Tikadi ti Ada - choral music

“Lo Tikadi ti Ada” is a choral work using made up language.

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