pr1_process

//Project 1 Process//
My initial idea for project 1 was to have vector-based graffiti invading the downtown corporate landscape.



due to difficulties with getting a recording device, and general time constraints, i chose to abandon this idea for now. I then though of creating a video focusing on the different meanings of 'transit'. The idea was to record a variation of different public transit trips that i would stitch together to form the base of the video. over top, i would have text dealing with life changes and being in the "state of transit".

//MY JOURNEY media type="youtube" key="iiH5xFHnbdU" height="344" width="425" .... media type="youtube" key="iIUol5m5mpc" height="344" width="425" .... media type="youtube" key="H3mcs6HIdgc" height="344" width="425"

TEST COMPS media type="youtube" key="5TmX0JODYjQ" height="344" width="425" ___//

media type="youtube" key="HCqwoseZsyI" height="385" width="480"
Wayne Visser ©2007
 * ===Life In Transit: Living In The In-Between===

//Life is lived in the in-between In transit Between coming and going Between staying and moving on Between here and there And what we call home What we call settled or contented Is merely a resting place A station for refuelling A nexus for re-connecting A junction for changing direction The bus stops and train stations The airports and traffic lights of our life Are nodes linking us to our past And windows peering into our future They are choice matrixes And platforms of destiny At life’s stopping points We bump into others and smile (Or curse silently under our breath) We pause long enough to reflect To mull on our confusion And share moments of clarity So let us not be so impatient to leave To wish we were somewhere else Because life’s most unexpected surprises Happen in the in-between In the moments of passing touch And the tangled knots of transition Between boredom and panic In the zone of chance When the landscape is not rushing by And love (the greatest surprise of all) Is only to be found where paths cross And journeys are re-routed Where our most fixed plans change And new destinations are contemplated Love is seldom found at high speed When we are looking for obvious landmarks But rather when we are standing still enough To notice subtle shifts in moods and patterns Life is lived in the in-between Amidst strangers who become friends And friends who become lovers Amidst lovers who become soul mates And soul mates who make life worth living And the places we think of as our endpoints Are just launch pads for new beginnings The time we spend waiting for our lives to change Is the very fulcrum on which our galaxies pivot Therefore, let us pay attention to the waiting And be alert in the places of transit Let us soak up the chaotic ambience of where we are Rather than pine for the neatly ordered vision Of where we could or should or want to be Let us be where we are Noticing the people and the smells And the noise of the jumbled waiting Alert to the feelings and the flow And the beauty of the to-ing and fro-ing Content not to be where we think we are going Nor where we imagine we came from Let us be happily in the transit of now Fascinated by the overlapping of our world with others’ Of precious moments shared Of fleeting smiles and knowing looks Of orbits crossing that almost certainly mean nothing And yet might just mean everything Let us acknowledge all the forgettable faces That emerge from the fog and melt back into oblivion The warmth offered by random strangers That leave us certain of nothing Except that nothing is certain And knowing no one (Not even ourselves) And yet knowing many so intimately Through these fleeting connections Life is lived in the in-between Between moving and minding Between loving and doubting Between you and me In transit Life is lived In the in-between Is only to be found where paths cross And journeys are re-routed Where our most fixed plans change And new destinations are contemplated Love is seldom found at high speed When we are looking for obvious landmarks But rather when we are standing still enough To notice subtle shifts in moods and patterns Life is lived in the in-between Amidst strangers who become friends And friends who become lovers Amidst lovers who become soul mates And soul mates who make life worth living And the places we think of as our endpoints Are just launch pads for new beginnings The time we spend waiting for our lives to change Is the very fulcrum on which our galaxies pivot Therefore, let us pay attention to the waiting And be alert in the places of transit Let us soak up the chaotic ambience of where we are Rather than pine for the neatly ordered vision Of where we could or should or want to be Let us be where we are Noticing the people and the smells And the noise of the jumbled waiting Alert to the feelings and the flow And the beauty of the to-ing and fro-ing Content not to be where we think we are going Nor where we imagine we came from Let us be happily in the transit of now Fascinated by the overlapping of our world with others’ Of precious moments shared Of fleeting smiles and knowing looks Of orbits crossing that almost certainly mean nothing And yet might just mean everything Let us acknowledge all the forgettable faces That emerge from the fog and melt back into oblivion The warmth offered by random strangers That leave us certain of nothing Except that nothing is certain And knowing no one (Not even ourselves) And yet knowing many so intimately Through these fleeting connections Life is lived in the in-between Between moving and minding Between loving and doubting Between you and me In transit Life is lived In the in-between // ||

media type="youtube" key="jXZ-yfzUhxI" height="344" width="425" ...... media type="youtube" key="HCUz_LXzt7w" height="344" width="425" _raw footage, trimmed

media type="youtube" key="mSxfQxu7fuE" height="344" width="425"...... _FINAL Sped-up w/o Audio

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