this was for my advanced graphics class. my last piece as an undergrad. this was based on a poem by Edward Hirsch's For the Sleepwalkers. this was filmed in the perspective of a sleepwalker, walking aimlessly. I filmed it in the eyes of a sleepwalker, with blurry vision. The poet speaks about how he admires the blind faith of the sleepwalker, to step out of their beds and venture into the world around them in the dark night. Always they return to their beds after their journey. For the Sleepwalkers Tonight I want to say something wonderful for the sleepwalkers who have so much faith in their legs, so much faith in the invisible arrow carved into the carpet, the worn path that leads to the stairs instead of the window, the gaping doorway instead of the seamless mirror. I love the way that sleepwalkers are willing to step out of their bodies into the night, to raise their arms and welcome the darkness, palming the blank spaces, touching everything. Always they return home safely, like blind men who know it is morning by feeling shadows. And always they wake up as themselves again. That's why I want to say something astonishing like: Our hearts are leaving our bodies. Our hearts are thirsty black handkerchiefs flying through the trees at night, soaking up the darkest beams of moonlight, the music of owls, the motion of wind-torn branches. And now our hearts are thick black fists flying back to the glove of our chests. We have to learn to trust our hearts like that. We have ...
Keywords: For the Sleepwalkers, poem, graphic design, timebase film
