Tuesday, January 27, 2009

What I Would Do Different

I have worked with After Effects for one other project. I find there has to be a better way. Maybe I haven't seen AE do what it was designed to do.

I thought I would add narration of the poem, but there wasn't enough time. Also, it might have been too busy. Trasitions were simple because I didn't think that flashy movement really served the story after the first introduction.

The Connection of the Images

As I seached Flickr for images, I found there was a lot of statues. It was only when I put the two images together (the woman, and the statue) that I found there were similar poses.

I also though it would be good to have the juxtaposition of the woman in the black dress and the white statues.

Charlie

Charlie was someone that I went to high school with. He was killed in a motercycle accident a few months ago. I had the pleasure of having dinner with his parents. Talking with them and seeeing what they are going through brought the grieving sentiment to the for front of my mind.

Poem Idea

My second idea is to use the poem "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron to create a slide show.

At first I was going to create the regular slide show and then using animation and titles show the passage of time, and the girl recovered and smiling. Here are the images:








The only issue with this is there are very few images. I also thought of incorperating death into my first idea, but I found there was not enough events that I felt I could add together for that project.

The family idea would have included bits from:

1. My grandparents relationship and how they met
2. A death that happened a few months ago
3. And of course lots of fiction.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

The First idea

My first idea for the narrative spawned from the single image narrative exercise:




Stewart and Elizabeth had been coming for a meal on this train for 64 years on their anniversary. What was unique about this pair was they never spoke on the train after ordering. Their faces spoke volumes. All that could be heard was the rhythm of rails and the timpani of tableware.