Tuesday, March 3, 2009

the manifesto, a message for you

we are explorers
we seek magic in ourselves, in every moment, in every place, in everybody
we share our magic
if we run out, we'll make some more

we believe in your holiness
we believe in your possibility
we only ask for your willingness

we made this for you
because we want you to know
we're excited
and we want you to be excited, too

both eyes awake
wake up!
wake up!
wake up!

we found the beat
and put our hearts into this
we felt the heat
and put our love into this
we felt alive
and put our selves into this

because we care
because we know it's not easy
and you can't make it alone
we want you to know we're here

we see more with many eyes
we make more with many hands
we sing louder with many voices

this is our dream
this is our hope
this is our celebration

this is for you

memory storyboard

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

quiz two

1. key, fill, back
2. back
3. key
4. fill
5. spot light - focused light used to illuminate specific areas of the scene

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

development

TITLE:
Celebration Hour

GENRE:
Experimental Youth Romance

LOGLINE:
A group of young people celebrate new year's eve by setting off fireworks in the hour before midnight.


SYNOPSIS:
In the hour before midnight, a group of young people celebrate by setting off fireworks and drinking champagne.


SUPPORTING VISUAL MATERIALS:
(to be updated)

INFLUENCE:







Thursday, January 29, 2009

Meshes of the Afternoon - Maya Derren

heavy symbolism - objects becoming objects, figures becoming other figures, windows, door ways, paths, ocean, beach, mirrors (man's face inside of mirror, mirror face = man, but also female subject = mirror face), multiple personalities/realities, one of three - blood on her hands, chance or fate, the key is a knife, the knife is in the bread, the bread is sustenance or just normal, bread of life, knife for death, sexual attempts, breaking, revealing the illusion, playing with flatness of film space, two dimensional space, footsteps, deliberate movements, emphasizing gestures, stairway, upward, through window, into, from exterior to interior, within/without, confusion of space, up is down left becomes right, etc, crawling up the walls, removed, ghost like, detached and without, sleeping reality, reality of losing key, dropping the key, losing the way in, to the interior, from without, the exterior, began while walking, a flower dropped on the ground, the flower - feminine, sexual, youth, life, unattainable flower, the flower becomes the knife, the passive symbol of life becoming active tool for death, tool for breaking, shattering of illusion or reality, shattering of feelings, mystical mirror faced figure always walking down the path, forever chased, no perseverance, she gives up, returns home, is called home, compelled home, into the interior, away from action, from trying, chasing, resigned to defeat, to return, and sit, and close her eyes, closed off to the outside, venturing inside, the record player, no outside noise, no other instruments or sounds, no active processes

elevator pitch!

1. It's called Holy Moments, and it's a short romantic piece with a boy and a girl, sitting on a rooftop at night, all sparkly stars and big bright moon, staring into each other's eyes, looking deep, and finding a moment of intense connection, of absolute vulnerability, without words or music or dialogue, just looking, intently, intensely - looking.

2. New Year's Eve an hour before midnight and the whole thing is sparks in soft focus and silhouettes, soft booms from popping bottle rockets overhead, sparklers waved through the air and a feeling of lightness, vibrancy, youth and excitement, fun for fun's sake and celebration, excitement, anticipation.

3. It's like a walk through the forest, with the sense of indeterminate time you experience staring into branches or looking over the landscape, feeling a breeze blow across your face, a sense of the infinite and present all at once, surrounded by ancient trees producing falling leaves, peaceful, calm, limitless, just shaking branches, just whispering grass.

concepts