Process

Poem

I shuffle to my seat.

I look down to the endless grains of sand. I never knew there to be so many shades of beige, shattered glass dreams.

I press my ear to the window and hear my blood rushing through my body. Maybe it was my blood, maybe it was my body. It fades out to electric humming. I can’t discern man from machine at this point.

The sky folds into the ground the way I wish to fold into a heavy blanket. I can’t seem to see where they melt into one but surely, they do. If I were the sky, I wouldn’t melt into the ground. Instead I’d collapse open into everything and anything, everywhere. Instead I melt further into my depths where I conceive dreams are real.

The forced position of limbs and legs contort bodies into precision organization. Rows and columns construct uneasy formality. The layered textures are not enough to provoke a wanderer.

That’s when I notice curves winding and binding lives together. My thoughts flicker through biomorphic lines to recognize a pattern but I’ve given up on predictability at this point.

There are consequences for leaving, returning with still moments framed behind the glass. Glass I could shatter into many shades of beige.

Type Choices

I chose the typeface Beloved Sans because it is a humanist type. I felt that this typeface would connect to the visuals and poem. This typeface adds to the overall aesthetic of the piece.

Music

Royalty Free Music from Bensound “Tomorrow”

The music I chose is a lonely electric guitar solo. The guitar echoes and haunts the listener with hope and sorrow, mimicking the poem.

Visual Treatment

I kept the visuals primarily abstract. I felt as though the story would benefit more from this style of visuals. I also wanted to keep the story more open for interpretation, that way it would be relatable for more people.