FINAL STORYBOARD.

FINAL VIDEO.

SEVEN. assignment two

NINE. three hundred word narrative

NARRATIVE. caged freedom

On what appeared to be just another normal afternoon at the Art Gallery of NSW, school children followed the booming commands of their teachers and marched out the temple doors in perfect order. The final remainders of the corporate slaves running the same old Botanic Garden route scooted past in memorised fashion.

But heard past the chatter, and grumble of car engines, an almost unnoticeable pop broke the routine, invading the sound waves for just a fraction of a second.

The birds sensed the change, squawking and circling in flocks, warning of danger.

In a flash, an array of bright, synthetic material infected the façade of the gallery, threatening to rebel and break convention. The undefined mass generated panic, as its unknown capabilities were feared.

Claiming its new position upon the traditional walls, the synthetic skin soon appeared to be harmless and sat in pretty formation, seducing curious wanderers. Upon closer inspection, the plastic sucked you into a dizzying, tunnel-like dimension. In a utopia of unsystematic freedom, colours flashed and formations ran wild. A psychedelic experience enlivened the senses and awakened the soul.

However, not giving into invasion without a challenge, the traditional sandstone attempted to break up the party, instilling their old-world, tiresome values.

All hell broke loose as the sheer weight of the massive sandstone threatened to crush the flowy plastic. It seemed as though the traditional were going to take this one out. However, the seduction of the new was too hard to resist, and their sensual powers prevailed over any physical strength that the traditional possessed, eventually robbing them of any power they previously held.

As the loss of the traditional was realised, a feeling of nostalgia and grief hung in the air with the longing for the old and familiar. However, this was quickly overcome by the anticipation and excitement of what the unknown future had to offer.

But to the dismay of the thrill-seekers, the wild party wasn’t as it once was. The new had quickly become old and routine. Not knowing what they had gotten themselves into, or what the future holds, the feeling of fear and anxiousness is relived. 

EIGHT. sketch storyboard

STORYBOARD. ten sketch images
ONE. blurry image - contrasting colours/textures generating intrigue and interest
TWO. feeling of suspense and anxiousness as the image is indiscernible
THREE. lightness - feeling of relief through acceptance of the unknown image
FOUR. wild, enlivening experience as a result of embracing the new and unsystematic
FIVE. constriction through the emergence of the traditional - attempt to maintain power
SIX. tension and chaos as that traditional fights to maintain power
SEVEN. victory of the new
EIGHT. nostalgia felt from the loss of the familiar
NINE. wild party continues, and begins to become routined, dull
TEN. confusion, what does the 'new' hold? what is the purpose of the new?

EIGHT. emotion board

EMOTION BOARD. ten emotions

Below I've coupled ten words with an image that describe the emotion I want to convey in each major scene. I've brainstormed a few ways in which I may be able to achieve this.

EIGHT. one hundred and fifty word initial concept

THEME. material madness
Filtering like a drug through multiple disciplines of today's society is a material revolution where innovation continues to accelerate at alarming speeds, invading the market with novelty products.
Though posing threat through the suspense of the unknown, the ambiguity of new materials is still embraced with their potential to present wilder and colourful experiences that avoid boredom and stagnation. The break away from convention and traditional practices is celebrated as it allows for greater self-expression and creativity.
With this, the significance of traditional materials eventually becomes obsolete. While they put up a fight to continue to hold some relevance to society, they will soon be outdated and outnumbered by new materials that pervade the market as the competition for innovation continues. A sombre and nostalgic moment will settle on the day that this occurs, but any previous feeling of gloom will quickly be overcome by excitement from the possibilities that the future holds.
However, as the gluttony for new materials continues, limitations to embracing the unknown is questioned. Could the constant production of new materials and the ambiguity associated with them eventually lead to a self-destructive downward spiral? Is there a point where we say stop, we have a large enough database of materials to last infinity?