One more thing ticked off the bucket list; developing my own film.
The dark room at Burnside school, where I was smuggled, doesn't have a red light that works. I haven't had to concentrate in a dark space like that since the ''7 seconds in heaven'' game back in my preteens (what where we going to achieve in a mere 7 seconds?). After a few frustrated moans, nearly cutting a finger with scissors and an accidental boob grab (in that dark room, not during the game) I was ready for the lights to come on. Chemical time. The film needed to be push processed 2 stops, which I say with such confidence when handing a spool over the counter at Orms, but actually have no idea how to do it myself. So I did what I do best and guessed.
Unrolling, loading, chemicals, tipping, tapping, rinsing, fixing, drying, scanning, uploading.
And voila. Bucket list.
My dark room teacher was my exponentially talented Freckle/Pop
|beautiful lighting on a very dishevelled bullrush|