Esther Productions - a portfolio of an aspiring video editor and film producer
I haven't been excited about an idea in a very long time...
For the past few months I have had a creativity block. I enjoyed the past few projects I have edited, but even after class comments and critiques my videos didn't feel complete. I know I'm being a bit dramatic about this because everyone goes through this but it was a new feeling for me. I'm someone who always has a new project in the back of my mind, they aren't always good but they're there. So three weeks ago in painting class when I had a new idea, I stopped what I was working on and jotted everything down. The project I dropped for this idea just so happened to the box "made of forget me nots and paint." The next painting class I started filming, going back to the basics of "three shot sequences" and "rules of thirds." The amount of unused footage in the painting room is astounding and it's too good to delete. Who knew that reviewing what I learned in Broadcast Tech I would help me now! It's not like Mr. Goble and Ms. Davidson tell us that piece of advice every time we are assigned a new project. I was lucky that the footage I filmed went along with was so excited when I was able use my new idea for our class final. Our prompt was "Why" and I hit the ground running. I pulled the focus away from the word and on to how the word made me feel: alone, hopeless, forgotten. I thought of the point of stories when the main characters are defeated calling out , "Why me? Why have I been chosen for this impossible quest." Taking that feeling helped me set up my story. It helped me set up the idea of being defeated and remembering why we need to keep going. Why we need to push through creative block and reach out to old friends. I think the reason I love this video is because during the process of making this video I actually connected with my old pen pal, and Rachel if you're reading this, I hope I did our friendship justice. The poem... I started my final a week before it was due. My motivation was low and my patience worn thin, tired of the same old ideas, bored with the paintings I once loved, and a project all about household objects and paint. That was when I found the box It was nothing special. It had no story to tell. Most likely donated from a thrift shop when it couldn't sell. But that was ok, it don't matter to me, I couldn't care when we were one in the same. A Forgotten friend of the dust bunnies and a box labeled with my name. Not every good thing has to end. Why do I have to stop? Who is telling me to stop? Who is telling me that the time to fix things has passed, so what? For the first time I have found a friend in fate, in this box helping me escape from the nightmare I have been living for too many days. I had forgotten what it was like, the feeling of being reunited with an old friend, a paintbrush in my hand. I had forgotten the feeling of being excited, ready, to create. Laughing out loud and not worrying if it sounds fake Maybe some things need to end. locked away so the memories can be forever protected, preserved for that perfect date But why keep the pieces of a friendship in a box made of forget me nots and paint, a box that reminded me of joy to create? I keep the lost leftovers so maybe I can smile and finally remember to send my love to someone I haven't seen in while. The poem was by far the hardest part of my video. I have always struggled with spelling and grammar so the idea of a rhythmical voiceover was daunting and I was already worried because I was telling the story of two very different things: a painted dusty old box and old letters from my pen pal. But after hours of writing and rewriting, I finally had something I was proud of. It's not technically poetry, if you are looking at the basic definition, but there are some well meaning rhymes.
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