For more information and stills gallery, please turn to: www.erikwernquist.com/wanderers ----- UPDATE: With kind...
For more information and stills gallery, please turn to: www.erikwernquist.com/wanderers ----- UPDATE: With kind permission from Ann Druyan, the narration by Carl Sagan is now back in the film. Also, the film is now available for DOWNLOAD for your private full quality viewing pleasure. (Log in/sign up as vimeo user, click download and select "original".) I hope you will enjoy! ----- Wanderers is a vision of humanity's expansion into the Solar System, based on scientific ideas and concepts of what our future in space might look like, if it ever happens. The locations depicted in the film are digital recreations of actual places in the Solar System, built from real photos and map data where available. Without any apparent story, other than what you may fill in by yourself, the idea of the film is primarily to show a glimpse of the fantastic and beautiful nature that surrounds us on our neighboring worlds - and above all, how it might appear to us if we were there. As some may notice I have borrowed ideas and concepts from science fiction authors such as Kim Stanley Robinson and Arthur C. Clarke, just to name a few. And visually, I of course owe many tips of my hat to painter Chesley Bonestell - the legendary master of space art. More directly, with kind permission from Ann Druyan I have also borrowed the voice of astronomer and author Carl Sagan to narrate the film. The audio I used are excerpts from his own reading of his book 'Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space' (1994, Random House, http://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/159735/pale-blue-dot-by-carl-sagan/) - needless to say, a huge inspiration for this film. ----- CREDITS: VISUALS BY - Erik Wernquist - firstname.lastname@example.org MUSIC BY - Cristian Sandquist - email@example.com WRITTEN AND NARRATED BY - Carl Sagan - from his book 'Pale Blue Dot' http://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/159735/pale-blue-dot-by-carl-sagan/, courtesy of Ann Druyan, copyright by Democritus Properties, LLC, with all rights reserved COLOR GRADE BY - Caj Müller/Beckholmen Film - firstname.lastname@example.org LIVE ACTION PHOTOGRAPHY BY - Mikael Hall/Vidiotism - email@example.com LIVE ACTION PERFORMANCE BY - Anna Nerman, Camilla Hammarström, Hanna Mellin VOCALIST - Nina Fylkegård - firstname.lastname@example.org THANK YOU - Johan Persson, Calle Herdenberg, Micke Lindgren, Satrio J. Studt, Tomas Axelsson, Christian Lundqvist, Micke Lindell, Sigfrid Söderberg, Fredrik Strage, Johan Antoni, Henrik Johansson, Michael Uvnäs, Hanna Mellin THIS FILM WAS MADE WITH USE OF PHOTOS AND TEXTURES FROM: NASA/JPL, NASA/CICLOPS, NASA/Goddard Space Flight Center Scientific Visualization Studio, ESA, John Van Vliet, Björn Jonsson (and many others, of which I unfortunately do not know the names)
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Director - Josh Thacker (http://www.joshthacker.com/)
Producer - Aaron Richey
Director of Photography - Ryan Taylor
AC - Alex Horner/Jonny Zeller
Gaffer - Chris Hultgren
Grip - Bob Nelson
Dolly Grip - Brian Suerth
Sound - Patrick Schaefer
Makeup - Kristen Leigh
Craft Service - Sarah Storbakken
PA - Josh Mruz
Editor - Josh Thacker
Composer - Daron Walker
Colorist - Oscar Oboza
Smoke/Finishing - Matt Collings
B-Ballers - Parris Curren, Aaron Richey, Charles Johnson, Troy Pollard
Camera graciously provided by Cinemechanics
Special Thanks - Cinequipt, Nick Christopulos, Tony Fischer, Michael Irei, Mitch Thompson, Towle Neu, Steve Schmidt, Bryan Shelley, Dorene Silver, Brian Slater, Abby Stavig, The Suerths, Scott Wenner
When searching for the lost remember 8 things.
We are vessels. We are circuit boards
swallowing the electricity of life upon birth.
It wheels through us creating every moment,
the pulse of a story, the soft hums of labor and love.
In our last moment it will come rushing
from our chests and be given back to the wind.
When we die. We go everywhere.
Newton said energy is neither created nor destroyed.
In the halls of my middle school I can still hear
my friend Stephen singing his favorite song.
In the gymnasium I can still hear
the way he dribbled that basketball like it was a mallet
and the earth was a xylophone.
With an ear to the Atlantic I can hear
the Titanic's band playing her to sleep,
Music. Wind. Music. Wind.
The day my grandfather passed away there was the strongest wind,
I could feel his gentle hands blowing away from me.
I knew then they were off to find someone
who needed them more than I did.
On average 1.8 people on earth die every second.
There is always a gust of wind somewhere.
The day Stephen was murdered
everything that made us love him rushed from his knife wounds
as though his chest were an auditorium
his life an audience leaving single file.
Every ounce of him has been
wrapping around this world in a windstorm
I have been looking for him for 9 years.
Our bodies are nothing more than hosts to a collection of brilliant things.
When someone dies I do not weep over polaroids or belongings,
I begin to look for the lightning that has left them,
I feel out the strongest breeze and take off running.
After 9 years I found Stephen.
I passed a basketball court in Boston
the point guard dribbled like he had a stadium roaring in his palms
Wilt Chamberlain pumping in his feet,
his hands flashing like x-rays,
a cross-over, a wrap-around
rewinding, turn-tables cracking open,
camera-men turn flash bulbs to fireworks.
Seven games and he never missed a shot,
his hands were luminous.
I asked him how long he'd been playing,
he said nine 9 years
The theory of six degrees of separation
was never meant to show how many people we can find,
it was a set of directions for how to find the people we have lost.
I found your voice Stephen,
found it in a young boy in Michigan who was always singing,
his lungs flapping like sails
I found your smile in Australia,
a young girls teeth shining like the opera house in your neck,
I saw your one true love come to life on the asphalt of Boston.
We are not created or destroyed,
we are constantly transferred, shifted and renewed.
Everything we are is given to us.
Death does not come when a body is too exhausted to live
Death comes, because the brilliance inside us can only be contained for so long.
We do not die. We pass on, pass on the lightning burning through our throats.
when you leave me I will not cry for you
I will run into the strongest wind I can find
and welcome you home.
In the end, I don't think anyone here can give you some nugget of wisdom that will cure every single one of your problems.
You can try being a bit more specific and solicit our armchair therapist opinions, or realize there's a certain futility in looking for a perfect panacea.
My 2¢ anyhow
Thank you ! this is a very informative class keep up with the lecture professor .sorry for the distractions you're getting!
Not to be offensive to those who don't understand what's going on .
but it reminds me of a story when I was in college Many years ago.
my history professor told me on the...
Very well my freind. I have started many threads in your honor to discuss such things. however I was unaware that you lacked comprehension skills to the point that you never recognized that. so I shall start a thread just for you and I shall call it exactly what you say so that there can be no...
Ganner was a character of the Expanded Universe who was always trying to show off, which usually ended in failure. As he got older he became more humble. However, in his last moments he had a revelation, an enlightenment. He realized that he didn't have to know who he was, he only had to decide;...
The right song some days can set things.
Impatience is key variance at our home. I pride our family on being smart... only problem is we have to teach patience ALONG side good character.
Good points of “return” or reset can help. When interest is lost or forgotten or just ... ran out - a...
"There are many who would take my time; I shun them. There are some who share my time; I am entertained by them. There are precious few who contribute to my time; I cherish them.”
― Anton Szandor LaVey
I forgive myself for I am different, I forgive myself for trauma I experienced in childhood, which has influenced my whole life.
I forgive myself for fear I have experienced, which was extremely strong and still I am struggling with that. I forgive myself for time
I didn´t spend with my grandfather...
Jokingly but his name so far is ..” the child”- it may change but just saying. I personally like “the child” and his potential in the Star Wars universe. I look forward to the pot being stirred. I’m a stick myself but it’s a big pot. Smiley face
Force continue to be with you