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Hi, my name’s James FitzRoy and I’m an independent filmmaker and writer. I have a passion for many forms of cinema, science, stories and music. Flux is dedicated to exploring all forms of media from filmmaking and creative writing to photography and documentary projects.

This site is the home for Experimental Filmmaking, Short Films, Documentaries and Music Promos produced by Flux Motion Pictures. These can all be found under the Filmmaking page and are produced as time and inspiration permits. With Experimental films, I am using new hardware, software or new idea that does not have a clear goal or ‘script’. While Short Films have a stronger narrative or specific goal, Document contains an array of articles and films on a variety of real-world subjects.

In Photography you’ll find still images on travelling, connected to specific projects or simple captures of people, places and events.

Travel is the home for regular updates, articles, journal entries and films relating to travelling around the world.

Science is where articles on book reviews or new discoveries are published but it is also the home for films that are made to highlight issues, reveal facts about a topic or simply explore the beauty of the universe.

In Fan Films, you’ll find edits of classic and contemporary films re-imagined in strange and wonderful ways. These might be instigated by a piece of music inspiring a deep connection to a film that has no official link, like Mulholland Meltdown. Or they might be a Supercut featuring multiple repeated elements mashed together in a humorous way.

Within in|Flux, you will also find Backstage where you will periodically find articles or videos showcasing the work that is don’t to create various projects or just updates on new ideas or directions. Also included within in|Flux is a section dedicated to Design where occasional sketches or graphic design projects will be published.

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The Filmmaker’s War

I found myself while sitting on a frozen rock, cold penetrating my ineffectual layers of clothing like daggers trying to jab at my bones. I’d been up since before the sun rose on this frosty winder’s morning and I was just willing the sun to bleach some heat into me; but it wasn’t to be. A fog had risen from the muddy ground of Salisbury Plain and now clung to the landscape like stubborn layer of cold, damp clothing, obscuring what little warmth came from that all-too-distant ball of radiance.

I’d been filming this training exercise for two days and I was exhausted. Of course, the soldiers ate, slept and prepped in this frozen wilderness but that didn’t help. After all, I didn’t have the training or equipment afforded to these men and women. My hand shook as I tried to clear mist from the eye-piece and lens of my shoulder-mounted camera. I’d managed to keep myself busy while we waited for the exercise to begin, capturing the dawn through the clean white veil, snapping a close up of a spider’s wed covered in droplets, grabbing a few shots of soldiers preparing kit and laughing amongst themselves as if this was just another day.

Getting me here had been a wild ride and was now something I found myself contemplating with depleting reserves of energy. I’d filmed encampments dangling out of a Sea-King helicopter who’s pilots had been angry at the lack of proper communication between departments so decided to throw the craft around. That has been quite a ride. I’d been jammed like the proverbial sardine into the pitch-black guts of an APC awaiting with trepidation the explosive egress with eight soldiers fully kitted for war. I’d been on long treks into the dry Cypriot scrubland day after day for a few momentary glimpses of a flying object too small to see with the naked eye let alone film.

The cold ran through my layers and deep into my body. The action happened in explosive bursts with vast eons of time between to contemplate. And wait. Time to capture snippets for the title sequence; time to film hours of throw-away back-up shots. Time to contemplate the universe and my place within it. Sometimes, the action happened so quickly that there was little imprinted in memory to recall and experience later. And of course, the primary focus for the filmmaker is on the capturing of required footage which often removes the observer from the event.

The battle was about to commence; there was a stirring in the pools of soldiers, their equipment checked and ready for war. I picked up my camera, gave one final check on settings, battery and memory card then stood and tried to remove the ice from my frozen skeleton. The raid happened like any other; I followed a group of soldiers as they stormed the shell of a building at the edge of the village, followed them as they used ear-shattering and lung-filling smoke grenades. Recorded everything I could as I plunged into basements, up ladders, over razor wire and tried to keep my eye and my camera on the goal as the troops stormed into the objective building. Within minutes it was all over and I was left shaking, not from the cold this time but from frayed nerves.

I knew I had recorded some great stuff and would be able to make a fantastic edit once I recovered and returned to the studio, and after all, wasn’t that what it was all about? Sometimes, in those deathly moments, sitting on ice-cold rocks, I found myself wondering.

The End?

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