April Chronicle by Amalie Sveske Ourø, Richard Liu and Yindi Chen

Exercises, exercising our existing glossary, excited we play, play, played, narrating what if’s sitting in trees and shaped out exciting encounters, walking, inhabited, trans-landing. 

Scriptwriting in a crisis situation (Erosion)

Scriptwriting in a crisis situation (Shadow)

A recipe for screenwriting and composing of a character

Character writing (Stone)

I am much older than any animated beings on earth. 
I’m porous: lichen, moss, insects are my friends.  
I can be colourful, though people usually think I’m dull and boring. 
I can be soft, hard, crumbly, huge, small. I’m very patient.
I don’t usually move myself. I need some help. I’m usually silent.

Character writing (Erosion)

I am the carving of a path, the making of a way…… I am the passage of time, the passage of water, of wind, the traces left behind. I am slow and unnoticed until it is too late when you see me. It happened. I am the destruction I create through erasure. I make beautiful things. I remove beautiful things. I make rocks as perishable as  leaves if you just ZOOOM OUT. Fragmented I am the dust carried by the wind, the smell of clay- rain percolating through, the evidence of porosity. I obey geological time the colour of soot burnt sienna drip, drip, drip making displacing replenishing drying up and one day this too will be devoured.

Character writing (Shadow)

I can’t damage my own shape if you don’t move. 
I have no sound. But I will always be with you
Don't panic if you see me in the dark.
I’m made by light. From the universe……
Walk through me. Step on me.
No one or nothing can move me.
Only you.
We exist together. 
Everything makes me here.
I’m not in a mirror but you are.
I’m on the floor. Wall. Roof. Surfaces.

Character writing (Play)

You smell like wet dirt and a yellow flower that is in the sun heating up and leaving a sweet smell around you. You hear me laugh in circles around you. As if you were shaking your head real fast to the left and to the right. Where does the laughter come from? You just don’t care about place or time, so you will never know. It’s like your head isn’t a head but a balloon, so light, filled with air, pulling you up - can you feel how light your body is! Suddenly you walk on soft moss, no wait you are running on clouds, the sun is under your feet, but your feet are a river out of thick warm honey stirred in a circle. And the earth is above your balloon filled head-shape. Your cheeks are hurting all the time. This yellow energy and light flies around you like a little dog that learned to fly. 

Character writing (Ghost)

When I disappear you will look for me in the manifestations of yourself.
You will follow me through hollow entrances and exits that were blocked from stories & linear beings of life that reach ends that is where you might encounter me in echo’s you’ll produce.