Geoff Franklin

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The Dolls Come Alive at Night

The Dolls Come Alive at Night

The Dolls Come Alive at Night.

As a child, i had an overactive imagination and believed that once out of the room objects would come to life. I think many of us do, hence the movie Toy Story was so popular.

I also had some puppets with strange eyes that were always disturbing and felt their eyes followed me around my room. They mostly lived in a draw out of sight. But i was always aware they were there – waiting.


©Geoff Franklin 2017





The Dymchurch Smuggler

The Dymchurch Smuggler

“From Brightling to Dymchurch”

“Remember to Forget” – The Dymchurch Smuggler

When I was a young lad my father took me to the cinema to see Disneys Sword in the Stone, which was great, but what caught my imagination was the ‘B’ movie. It was Patrick McGoohan in Dr Syn Alias The Scarecrow. It was about smugglers on Romney Marsh. I thought it was brilliant, even more so as we went on holiday there and my brother and I could act out the roles of the smugglers in the sand dunes of Camber.

Although Dr Syn was a fictional character created by the author Russell Thorndike. The story was  inspired by historical smuggling that was rife on the south coast. Gangs such as the Hawkhurst Gang  frequented the Mermaid Inn in Rye once the centre of smuggling on the marsh.

The whole of this part of the coast in the South East of England is full of stories of Brandy and Wool smuggling from the 18th Century.

I used to read the Thorndike books of the adventures of Dr Syn of Dymchurch, as a pirate in the Americas and as the Scarecrow the smuggler on the marsh. Far better than Robin Hood.

seuls ensemble

seuls ensemble

Introducing a new style into the theme. I had the idea for the background looking at a stained glass window in a church in Tunbridge Wells and introduced it into a linear action to create the overlay.

©Geoff Franklin 2015

Deflected Memories

Deflected Memories

The other day I was trying to think of a musicians name from the 1970s.  I remember quite clearly sitting in a friends apartment, spring sun was streaming through the window and he put on a track by some obscure vocalist. I was blown away by this guys voice, but can I rememeber his name?  I can remember most of our conversation, which was mostly about sourcing rare music. I used to have a favourite record store round the corner from me in when i lived in Brooklyn, Holy Cow Records and at the time they had some great white label discs. But i cannot remember this guys name.  I have also lost touch with my friend and the search engines cannot find “singers name I cannot remember, you know the one I heard years ago”       Its one of those things I will be doing something totally unrelated and his name will pop into my head, memories are funny like that. This montage is about lost memories, memories that are tangible but just out of reach.

Geoff Franklin 2012