Style Frames
Style Frames highlight the downloaded video assets and motion graphics created for the video. Self-created motion graphics include Venus, the eclipse, the supernova, Jupiter, and the title scene
Video Inspiration
The original inspiration for the cinematic sequence was when I wrote poetry based on what I had learned about space. Writing poetry gave me the idea of turning space into a timeless story that has been heightened since the dawn of the space age. A few selected poems below personify the terrestrial planets of our solar system and are laid out as an interactive journey.
MERCURIAL MESSENGERS
You are the messenger concise in thought,
But the misers—wisdom have they not sought.
The insignificance of your featureless countenance is bewildering
Because you who are Mercury have silenced the minds that come to you staggering.
Your dense heart thwarts our imagined, droller theories as the Messenger in the sky.
Swift feet cannot sprint in the bulk of your pillars, but still you are able fly.
What is more that they all cannot understand
Is how you survive without nature’s hand?
The manmade laws would not permit that you should remain in the lingering eon.
The frost should have smitten you to death, yet your swift feat of magnetic pulse lives on.
The misers say that you could only survive with a heart of a fire and liquid,
But no dust near the blazing sun could make the iron core. In that, you are lucid.
Confounded, the misers dare not to say.
Mercury did strip them of their array.
BOLERO OF HOSTILITY
Watch mindfully if you want to explore
The corroded and crimson tint of war.
You are Mars, the one who lifts the sword, beckons the hawk, and makes fearful warriors fools.
Quietly, some come to you with maudlin pleas, but quickly they are made your footstools.
Olympus Mons is your bronze throne—Valles Marineras your crimson battlefield.
The saber is your brass clutch. Soften your hand so that your story you will soon yield.
There are wise men who speak to you softly
As if they forgot your wars foolishly.
You think that you’re filled with prowess? The wind erodes chasms in your desert surface.
Water cannot flow bountifully as liquid—that desired cool cup to suffice.
The theorists want you to sustain life not knowing the depths of your fatality.
You cannot allow life to ever live because of your fateful hostility.
Continue to speak of war and campaigns,
But for some, you can’t inflict any pain.
