At time of writing it had been four weeks since the fan event in London. Never have I felt more closer to this show, one that my parents watched when they were kids. My mother’s side of the family are from Glamorgan, where the production has been based for a decade.
A bit of background…
Capaldi, known for his fondness of it had studied there, graduating from Graphic Design. It was like he had lost something dear to him whilst in another country working, too. He addressed a beautiful message to the students who had lost their work. The thoughts of them and the message spurred me to help put the pieces back together.
The intention was to present to him a watercolour landscape of the beach scene. Through an online auction, fans would submit bids for the signed artwork, with all proceeds going to the Mackintosh Appeal/GSA Development Trust, towards its £20 million funding target. A la the stasis cube in DOTD, it would be called, “Lost in Sands of Time…No More”.
Cardiff, 7th August: I arrived early to join a small crowd in the Hayes that grew. Exciting as it was, I knew I had to decide on a selfie OR quick-fire scribbles on the artwork. It was possible the latter would resurface in September when we would return to Wales for another vacation. Production would soon begin on the Christmas Special.
|Godzilla-sized Dinosaur! (when I had just begun work on a Jurassic World project)|
Whilst other UK TV viewers were throwing tomatoes at X-Factor, we were drawn into stories that were scary, poignant, bonkers, ballsy, fluffy, and raised some broader issues. Listen and Flatline are firm favourites, along with some of the most beautiful imagery and character moments. I’m hoping we see how far Clara’s relationship with endearingly grumpy Twelve goes.
Shortly after that, a lady who I had met in Cardiff was among a random selection of folks who won a pair of tickets to the Series 8 DVD launch held in Soho. She was offering a spare invitation, which I accepted without hesitation.
This stroke of luck happened to fall on the same fateful evening as the break-in at Seed Creative Hub. Laptops, iMacs, hard drives, training equipment etc were stolen. But it wasn’t going to stop Dan, Jon, Richie or anyone from progressing.
I read all the messages of support from their followers, when it hit me. Things were about to come full circle. It made sense to give something back to the community and to those who helped kickstart my career.
What made it extra special was the perfectly-timed clip from Kill the Moon.
It was a real Cinema Paradiso moment. I stretched out my hand: that’s… our… beach b’there! No way could I pass up that opportunity to display the painting for the panel to see. Clara Oswald approved.
I hope I wasn’t taking up anyone’s space too much. If so, apologies for that. Peter caught me by surprise, graceful as he was. Despite the muddled interaction we all expressed our affection and thanks. And a cwtch! It certainly wasn’t the first time I hugged a Time Lord.
|Funds raised for this signed artwork will go towards Seed Creativity’s training programmes for young people. UPDATE: the Seed Hub is all covered and paid for, without my aid. Therefore I’m holding on to this item for now. On the other hand…|
|Funds raised for this one aided the Mackintosh Appeal, to help restore the Library and School of Art.|
Now we can move on to eBay or other charity fundraising platforms… um, anyone know how to work this thing?
Helping the Doctor – that would be good. Doctor Who inspires us to do good.
Respectively, BBC Wales and Worldwide did an outstanding job on the show and marketing campaign. With the Revival’s 10th Anniversary, 2015 promises more unexpected magic moments, like making children’s wishes a reality. At the premiere it was kind of like the finale of E.T. for a small boy named Elliot.
Another example was forgetting we were in a theatre deep under the Ham Yard Hotel. The Doctor transported us to that moment on the sand dunes, watching a new moon forming in the clear blue sky above the sea. No matter how far-flung into the future it was meant to be, it felt like home again.
|Not for sale.|