Boys State Bio
The dewdrops on the grass glistened in the morning light. A slight breeze rustles the branches of the trees. The green hill against the baby blue sky was a splendor: the scene was pure bliss. Amidst that perfect scene, a boy sits by the fence, his gray uniform making him protrude from the scene. He stares off into the distance, contemplating. He could, for one, run off and escape. Or he could stay and endure the pain. He feels the breeze pick up, but with it, something foreign came along with it: a paper. This draws his interest – he stands up to observe the paper. Little did he know, this would be something that will change his life.
And cut. Perhaps that would be the opening of an interesting biography. But instead it is actually the opening of a short film I directed. However, if one thinks about it carefully, this could be a scene I have experienced before – a lone individual, deciding whether to stay or move on until something comes along to change his life for better or worse. As a student filmmaker, I often bombarded with the duty of direction, the duty to lead a group to a goal. This goal is what I strive for, to produce and tell a story, to capture visuals not seen by the common eye. I have lived amongst computers and cameras and used them to the best of my ability to capture all that surrounds me and I think it is perhaps this love that motivates me to continue my art. It is what defines me as an individual and what allows me to successfully make decisions.
Action. As the boy approaches the paper, he sees the place of its origin: it had been a page swept away from the drawing book of a girl just up the hill. And as she approached, he takes a look at her; this was something new – a new friend perhaps? He then recalls that the fence was electrified and quickly shouts out to warn her of the danger. She looks up and realizes the barrier and stops abruptly. She musters her strength to say a soft, “thank you,” but was drowned out by the buzzing of the fence.
And cut. Perhaps that would be the opening of an interesting biography. But instead it is actually the opening of a short film I directed. However, if one thinks about it carefully, this could be a scene I have experienced before – a lone individual, deciding whether to stay or move on until something comes along to change his life for better or worse. As a student filmmaker, I often bombarded with the duty of direction, the duty to lead a group to a goal. This goal is what I strive for, to produce and tell a story, to capture visuals not seen by the common eye. I have lived amongst computers and cameras and used them to the best of my ability to capture all that surrounds me and I think it is perhaps this love that motivates me to continue my art. It is what defines me as an individual and what allows me to successfully make decisions.
Action. As the boy approaches the paper, he sees the place of its origin: it had been a page swept away from the drawing book of a girl just up the hill. And as she approached, he takes a look at her; this was something new – a new friend perhaps? He then recalls that the fence was electrified and quickly shouts out to warn her of the danger. She looks up and realizes the barrier and stops abruptly. She musters her strength to say a soft, “thank you,” but was drowned out by the buzzing of the fence.