Ian G. Carleton
Ian G. Carleton
Cinematographer / Director Of Photography
 
 

Ian Carleton

is a visualist

Cinematographer by trade. Filmmaker by necessity.

 
 
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Hi, I’m Ian Carleton.

I think am a visualist. That’s the best title I’ve found so far.

I work professionally with motion pictures.
In 2009 I graduated from Sheridan's esteemed Media Arts program. My collaborations as Cinematographer have been nominated for the country’s top prize in motion pictures, the Canadian Screen Awards.

I am continuing to build my tool-set by growing my voice as a narrative experimental filmmaker.

My auteur work is flickery and experimental in its conception. As a working artist, it provides an outlet to explore new approaches to our conception of narrative films.
For my audiences, it acts as a tool for self-reflection. My work is a gateway into our universal feelings. I work to give them space to be acknowledged, softened, then released.

My work seems to always be moody and quite often feels sad.

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DIRECTORIAL WORK
 

A Girl In A Boat

Debut

Writer / Director / Cinematographer

32min | 1.66:1 | Canada
 

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Cinematography

SELECTED WorkS

 
 

NDP ONTARIO ELECTION CAMPAIGN

Director of Photography

3x 30sec Spots| Broadcast & Digital | 2.35:1 | Now Group

Individual Videos: People Win | Imagine | Dodgeball


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Wharf Rats

Director Of Photography

8x12min Web Series | 1.85:1 | The Bell Fund, Telefilm

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Directorial Work
 

A Fight In April

CURRENTLY IN POST PRODUCTION | 1.66:1 | CANADA

A Fight In April is an Experimental Narrative

This piece was designed to explore how a conversation could be conveyed through a visual medium using non verbal dialogue.

This piece was designed to try and bottle the essence of spring in Eastern Ontario.

The trees are sprouting life but you can still see their skeletons. The day was warm, but the sun has now crossed the horizon.  You’ve made a mistake and now are cold. Mourning Doves coo.  Clouds of midges make the air seem fuzzy.  Your hands sting. There is gravel under your skin.

You close your fingers and hold the palms together in an attempt to contain pain, to hold their warmth in.


 
 

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