The Boy and The Yellow Kite
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The purpose of this campaign is to create a budget for a short film which needs to be shared with the world. It's the visual accompaniment to a poem I wrote about my best friend passing away. In this case the boy character represents me, while the kite represents my dear friend Ben, who couldn't be contained and flew high in the sky much like a kite, only for his bright light sadly one day begin to die.
The poem can relate to anyone as it's about friendship both beginning and ending as we all go through our different walks of life, and how connection can come to change a person. The money will be going towards the equipment needed and insurance, locations, talent, and a crew including an animator who can bring the kite to life. This will be a live action film with the animation of the kite imposed onto the footage.
I plan on submitting this project to film festivals and putting it online so anyone with internet access may enjoy and connect with the story. Your contribution would mean so much as a final tribute towards a really special person who touched so many people for the better. My goal is for anyone who has gone through the beautiful process of friendship to experience it artistically through this story.
All major donors will be credited as financiers and will be invited to a formal screening upon completion. If you're unable to donate please pass this along to anyone who can and enjoy the film when it's ready to share.
Attached is a link for the poem. Below is copy of the poem as well.
https://www.icloud.com/pages/0B_ykEub3qADVIiCxpVQP55gg#The_boy_and_the_yellow_kite_
The Boy and The Yellow Kite
By
Conor Blue Ketchum
The boy awoke that morning and as he yawned
All the stars unaligned with the emergence of dawn,
Twilights darkness twinkled goodbye in his eyes,
As the stars gasped their last breathe
And dove under the night sea’s sky.
Today was the day his loneliness came true
For he had a yellow kite which danced in the blue
He got up,
Looked down,
And looked side to side,
Then drifted out of bed
Like green sea foam in the tide.
This morning he took out the kite
Which used to be big,
Bashful,
And bright,
But now it wilted like flowers
Mustering a last hoorah
In its remaining hours.
He found the kite biking home from school one day
It was cold,
It was rainy,
And it was grey.
He was knocked off his bike and fell on the ground
He scraped his knee with no help around.
A fallen object had caught his vision
Resting in the trashcan before him so to open was his decision
He approached too fast and was quickly blinded
For the bright ownerless kite hand’t yet decided
What was to be,
But the boy felt soon it’d belong to he.
The kite’s light shone bright high above the rain
For that cold rainy grey day
Had abruptly gone away.
Quite quickly the kite deemed that the boy was to be its new owner
For this kite too saw the boy as a loner.
For days to come they would fly together,
Like what he once heard his mother say,
They were birds of a feather.
One day soon he would fly the kite bright across the sky
But something unexpected happened
The light began to die.
He ran faster and faster to keep it dancing in the breeze
But the kite went slower and slower,
Moving with no ease.
The boy began to tear
For it became more and more clear
That the time to say goodbye to his dear friend was near.
The old yellow kite flamed its last breathes
And the boy let go
So it may join the stars at rest.
The kite smiled down
And erased the boys frown
For all friendships must go up
Before they go down.
The kite became a distant twinkle in the boy's smile
The friendship that once warmed him
Was now in denial.
The boy ceased to cry
As the kite floated upwards and beyond the sky,
He’d known pain but not like this before,
And the boy said goodbye to all the memories they wore
The boy turned around to darker skies
For everyone’s journey is just a long goodbye
Glancing back with nothing in sight,
He no longer called his friend that bright yellow kite.
The poem can relate to anyone as it's about friendship both beginning and ending as we all go through our different walks of life, and how connection can come to change a person. The money will be going towards the equipment needed and insurance, locations, talent, and a crew including an animator who can bring the kite to life. This will be a live action film with the animation of the kite imposed onto the footage.
I plan on submitting this project to film festivals and putting it online so anyone with internet access may enjoy and connect with the story. Your contribution would mean so much as a final tribute towards a really special person who touched so many people for the better. My goal is for anyone who has gone through the beautiful process of friendship to experience it artistically through this story.
All major donors will be credited as financiers and will be invited to a formal screening upon completion. If you're unable to donate please pass this along to anyone who can and enjoy the film when it's ready to share.
Attached is a link for the poem. Below is copy of the poem as well.
https://www.icloud.com/pages/0B_ykEub3qADVIiCxpVQP55gg#The_boy_and_the_yellow_kite_
The Boy and The Yellow Kite
By
Conor Blue Ketchum
The boy awoke that morning and as he yawned
All the stars unaligned with the emergence of dawn,
Twilights darkness twinkled goodbye in his eyes,
As the stars gasped their last breathe
And dove under the night sea’s sky.
Today was the day his loneliness came true
For he had a yellow kite which danced in the blue
He got up,
Looked down,
And looked side to side,
Then drifted out of bed
Like green sea foam in the tide.
This morning he took out the kite
Which used to be big,
Bashful,
And bright,
But now it wilted like flowers
Mustering a last hoorah
In its remaining hours.
He found the kite biking home from school one day
It was cold,
It was rainy,
And it was grey.
He was knocked off his bike and fell on the ground
He scraped his knee with no help around.
A fallen object had caught his vision
Resting in the trashcan before him so to open was his decision
He approached too fast and was quickly blinded
For the bright ownerless kite hand’t yet decided
What was to be,
But the boy felt soon it’d belong to he.
The kite’s light shone bright high above the rain
For that cold rainy grey day
Had abruptly gone away.
Quite quickly the kite deemed that the boy was to be its new owner
For this kite too saw the boy as a loner.
For days to come they would fly together,
Like what he once heard his mother say,
They were birds of a feather.
One day soon he would fly the kite bright across the sky
But something unexpected happened
The light began to die.
He ran faster and faster to keep it dancing in the breeze
But the kite went slower and slower,
Moving with no ease.
The boy began to tear
For it became more and more clear
That the time to say goodbye to his dear friend was near.
The old yellow kite flamed its last breathes
And the boy let go
So it may join the stars at rest.
The kite smiled down
And erased the boys frown
For all friendships must go up
Before they go down.
The kite became a distant twinkle in the boy's smile
The friendship that once warmed him
Was now in denial.
The boy ceased to cry
As the kite floated upwards and beyond the sky,
He’d known pain but not like this before,
And the boy said goodbye to all the memories they wore
The boy turned around to darker skies
For everyone’s journey is just a long goodbye
Glancing back with nothing in sight,
He no longer called his friend that bright yellow kite.
Organizer
Conor Blue Ketchum
Organizer
Santa Monica, CA
