Ian G. Carleton
 
 

Ian Carleton

is a visualist

Cinematographer by trade. Filmmaker by necessity.

 
 
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It Is 2019. It is summer. it is hot.

I have just hit 10 years of working professionally.
I love collaborating as a cinematographer, maybe more now than I ever have. I'm finding more like minded individuals to collaborate with than ever before.

The two films, projects conceived from a necessity to explore some weird important ideas of mine, are coming along nicely.

- - - - - A Girl In A Boat - - - - -
is ... pretty much done.
I've finished making it flicker.
I now have to polish it up ever so slightly with a chroma key on a spider and a VO from a radio host.

- - - - - A Fight In April - - - - -
is in post production.
I'm learning how to composite in specific moments of air traffic overhead, behind the midges, amongst the rural power lines.


I take breaks in my work to read in the garden that Ashley and I planted this summer. The Paris Review, an old paperback Sartre, and paper copies of The Globe seem to be what's on hand right now.

Come for a visit if you feel like a hang. It's quite pleasant around here these days.

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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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