Provenance Creative

Finding new ways to get in touch with yourself.

There is nothing like being out in the open and flinging yourself multiple times around a field.

Client

Provenance Creative

Project

The Pandemic Posts

Location

Waterloo, Wellington, New Zealand

Year

2020

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2020

Role

Creative Director, Designer, Photographer

Agency

Provenance

Category

Self Indulgence

Contributors

Vicki Dunstan-Brown – Talent and photography
Hugo Dunstan-Brown – Talent and Emotional Support

Art Direction

Communications

Concept Creation

Photography

Retouching

The Covid pandemic, while challenging, offered an unexpected gift: a pause. A chance to look inward, indulge a little, and rediscover ourselves. During this time, I embarked on a project fueled by a desire to bring smiles and offer a visual commentary on our strange predicament.

Each day presented a creative hurdle. I'd brainstorm a concept, head out to shoot it, then return home to meticulously assemble and retouch the collages. This process yielded valuable technical lessons. I learned the importance of physically setting the scene, considering focal depth, plotting positions and angles, capturing variations, and then came the meticulous work - downloading, selecting images, followed by the painstaking precision of cutting, assembling, and retouching.

My prop collection includes three, yes, three, gold metallic gimp suits (don't ask!), which found their way into some of the pieces. My wife and dog, Hugo, were the only other "actors," though I suspect their patience wore thin at times. Hugo, bless his heart, even became an unwitting participant in some shots.

Ultimately, this project served as a creative and technical playground, a journey of self-discovery through experimentation.

Where it all started. When you spend too much time in your own head you start curating a mini version of yourself.
What does Covid level 3.5 mean anyway?
One of the ways of passing time was spending time in the kitchen. It became a case of too many cooks...
You couldn’t go anywhere without wearing PPE. And given how busy hospitals were, you couldn’t be too careful with your tools.
If you did have the privilege of working, Zoom became the new norm. “You’re on mute” was the most common thing you heard.
Not only were there too many Phils, there were too many floofs. This one is Hugo, you know, You go where I go...
Schools sent all kinds of work home to do. Some took it seriously. Some just threw their toys about.
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Some days just seemed to drag by. Others flew by. The weather was amazing which definitely helped the mood.
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I found no joy in board games, especially when losing.
There was always gardening. The garden never looked so neat. Some, however took the mickey and just read in the sun.
If you knew which side your bread was buttered on, you got out the body butter.
With no one really looking there was the chance to become whomever you liked.
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We had to find new ways to amuse ourselves that didn’t involve the company of others, and yet, sometimes your own company was the best.
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The paths around the house became a racetrack and the races highly competitive. It seemed there was only ever one winner.
We relied on experts a lot. Panels of them weighed in on the big problems we were facing.
Many books got read and bedtime became a quiet time that some enjoyed more than others.
Time to pause, stretch and engage.
It felt like we were on a bus that no-one knew where it was going, or at times who was driving.
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It was sad seeing the end of the enforced pause and time off. But also a joy in the fact we could finally pick up where we left off and discover the new normal.