FINAL VERSION N0.2

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FINAL VERSION No.1

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Edit Mode

i have been having trouble editing down a sequence because i become so attached to some images. after editing and editing i think i'm going to take out all of the close up scenes of little red riding hood. although they are my favorite i think they take away from the piece as a whole.

here are some of the rough edits:

EDIT MODE

Weather Permitted Change

Raining Weekend

This past weekend I had all my equipment ready to go...BUT forgot to check the "spring" weather and it rained and rained forever.


Now I have the weather predictions on my side so I hope I can finish all my video shooting this weekend + it is not going to be as cold as before so my Little Red Riding Hood will survive.

:).

Video Scenes

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the process the process

update pdf on ideas

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Production Schedule

[red dots = weekend] [yellow dots= week]

characteristics of the story

+ point of view = wolf
+ protagonist = wolf
+ antagonist = little red riding hood
+ supporting characters = red and apples

loving structure

brainstorming storyboard

Eating Chicken RE-MIXED

This is a newer version of my midterm. I did some minor adjustements to the image following suggestions made in class and I changed the audio of the second part to what Adam suggested which I thought fitted perfectly with what i wanted to do (thanks adam).


New Version of Midterm

final proposal

Chicken Midterm

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[a presentation on narrative]

what i want to be when i grow up

Storyboard Concrete [idea 2]

[alternative ending]

Storyboard Concrete [idea 1]

Suicide Girl [final storyboard]

*after multiple perspective exercise

Suicide Girl [multiple perspectives exercise]

Storyboard Abstract

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The Story

She was the most beautiful of them all and the color red of her apples surrounded her as a protective ghost that accompanied her wherever she went. As soon as I saw her I fell in love. What could possibly attract me to that languid little girl in a red coat was not clear but it hit me like pine cones running through my blood, as if I had suddenly inhaled a whole city?

She was on her way to some unknown place with no time, and I suddenly had the urge to stop her from getting there. I just wanted to taste her and eat her and keep her just like that inside of me. She turned around as if somehow she could tell what I was thinking, but her eyes where lost in other worlds, so lovely I had no courage to get close. My stomach turned around and as butterflies invaded me, she began to run.

I knew where she was going and as I silently moved faster, I left behind my butterflies as to distract her from the road. She stopped to play with them, lost in her own self. I could almost see how she slowly converted the butterflies to red, but I was already to far away to know if it was real or if it was all something that I already carried inside myself.

Getting to the place where old memories pile up as in a garbage dump happens suddenly and without you really noticing it you are suddenly there. I was there. As I tried to catch my breath, I felt it again. This time it was creeping inside myself. The red ghosts surrounded me slowly and I felt I was going to choke. But I sweetly swallowed as the lights in the city began to glow. The air was damped and I could feel the smell of apples in my skin.

She, the most beautiful of them all (inside me), is sitting still as if asking the city if she is really there.

FIN

Little Red Riding Hood

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Thinking with Details

(backstory)His thoughts are dressed up as tiny plastic green horses. They start accumulating inside his head. At first slowly, one by one rocking as my grandma’s old orange chair. They organize themselves in order one behind the other, one beside the other. Then there is no more space left inside his head. However, more and more horses appear. They all rock faster. They are all still. His head is crowded with tiny green plastic horses that don’t fit inside him anymore. They are invading his head; every little space. They are all moving on their orange rocking legs. They are all still as green and then one by one they pop out of his ears, out of his nose. They line up quickly against his inner lips. He can no longer control his thoughts that are dressed up as tiny plastic green horses that pop into the air from inside his ears, his nose, his mouth.