Youtube and Poems

Since you tube has became the number one website to search for videos to music and sound effect I thought I would look up different short films to see if I could get any inspiration. I looked up abuse, fairy tale, magical anything I thought would relate to my piece. I eventually came across this short film which I thought showed my vision of my piece perfectly.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtCBmq9w2_o


This video gave me the idea for having the fantasy surreal part of my film as bright and colorful then when it came to the abusive scenes the darken it down to show the contrast between reality and fictional.
However instead of using the colors in the dress of the main character i decided to use white to represent pure and innocence and use the environment around her bring color to the scenes.

The opening to this film is something I hope to  achieve not only through the editing stage with the use of flares but also by using the natural light through the trees in my location.

Unlike this film I plan to use voice overs rather than on screen dialogue to keep the number of visible characters to one to help keep the attention on the main character as it is her story. I have found a poem to help open up the scene and introduce the fact that the forest isn't a real place. I am still debating whether to use the whole poem or not but I thinking when it comes to the editing stages and I see my footage all pieced together I will have a better idea.

Secret Garden

© Catrin Hitchcock

I have a secret garden,

Where I can laugh and play.
I have a secret garden,
Often it's there I stay.

I have a secret garden,
No one else knows its location,
I have a secret garden,
That's gone through a transformation.

My secret Garden used to be,
An average unkempt garden,
It wasn't the place for me,
With all bonfire wood chard and,
No where I could sit,
Or admire the imaginary view.

I grew that garden,
I planted I have a secret garden, Often it's there I stay.
I have a secret garden, No one else knows its location, I have a secret garden, That's gone through a transformation.

My secret Garden used to be, An average unkempt garden, It wasn't the place for me, With all bonfire wood chard and, No where I could sit, Or admire the imaginary view.
I grew that garden, I planted flowers every where,
I made that garden,
With little gnomes here and there.

But as I grow old,
So does my secret place.
Flowers withered,
Weeds grow
Gone is the jackdaw,
Gone is the crow.

This was my secret garden,
I played here as I child,
But now as I stare,
Over my secret garden,
I only hope one day,
Another child may put my garden,
To repair....
I made that garden, With little gnomes here and there.
But as I grow old, So does my secret place. Flowers withered, Weeds grow Gone is the jackdaw, Gone is the crow.
This was my secret garden, I played here as I child, But now as I stare, Over my secret garden, I only hope one day, Another child may put my garden, To repair....
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/secret-garden#ixzz2zR6vX2XH 
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