Tired, dirty, hungry,
and sorely missing high speed internet access, we limped back to suburbia.
I thought to myself, "boy have I got a story to tell the class
when I get back."
That story evolved into something that I did
not forsee. Something about Arkansas, a fatalist group, tree boarers,
dying trees, and the Wildman percolated the smell of an interesting
narrative.
At first, I was just going to record the sound
of my voice telling the story. But the project turned into a big
monstrous class-wide effort so I had to re:vise my story to better
fit the overall narrative.
What was the best way to bring all these ideas
together? Shooting video of everything was out of the question.
Production of all the fantastical elements of the narrative was
more than one man could handle. It probably would have come out
looking like a 21st century resurrection of an Ed Wood film anyway.
I looked everywhere for pictures to use in my
narrative. Real pictures lacked the emotional impact that I was
looking for so I started to look at some children's books, and at
last, found my visual style. I found drawings in these books that
just wowed me. I wanted to make posters of some of them. With some
manipulation, these images had the potential to make an impact on
viewers.
I spent countless, dull, monotonous hours scanning
in tons of pictures into my library, pulled some Photoshop action
on them and started to storyboard my project. Once I had the images
in front of me, the dialogue started to flow out of my head.
Once I had the dialogue recorded, it was Premiere
time. The first roughly done story was just the images and my voice.
I found it a little lacking in flavor so I decided to add music
and some effects. After playing around in Premiere for a couple
of days my story was good to go. Taking into consideration the time
we had left and the production constraints, I set a reasonable goal
and I am glad that I accomplished what I set out to do.