An artist named Lewis Warner lived in a world of dreams and hope and ideas. He painted this picture in the springtime of a year long passed. But before this painting, he had never painted before in his life. He had always wanted to, but never found the right inspiration or right subject matter. “I should paint the ocean,” he thought, “but its already been done so many times before.” Lewis lived by the ocean. He would watch the seagulls fly out to sea, wondering where they were going. What is out there, beyond that long blue horizon? He stayed awake all night sometimes trying to think of what to paint. He would become obsessed with it. What would be his inspiration, his muse? He spent his days suffering the boredom and dullness of his life, imagining himself as an imaginative, exciting individual, capable of anything. A creative genius, able to put his thoughts and ideas down perfectly on paper. Lewis daydreamed of a life where his paintings sold for millions of dollars and where millions of people would be mystified by his work. Unable to sleep during the nights, he became more and more unhappy. He became more restless and anxious as the days passed, until one night he was finally able to sleep well. He slept a deep sleep, and dreamed many dreams. Lewis was flying in a fanciful world, full of shadows and lights and mysteries. When he awoke that morning, he had finally found his muse. He immediately began painting, trying to remember what he had seen exactly. What was it that he had witnessed? Where had he been? Somewhere else, skimming the water, flying to the lonesome tower, the god-like cliffs, energy all around him, ghosts, enigmas, in a hurricane of ideas. Dreams so complicated, yet so simple. Frozen in a moment of time and space. Captured on his canvas.
A boy somewhere grew up watching lots of cartoons and movies. Enjoying them because they took him to another place and allowed him to be someone else. Like reading a book, going into the mind of a hero and living out fantasy adventures. One in particular stuck in his mind. The movie “The Last Unicorn.” The animation, the music, the characters, the story, all formed a great and magical journey. From castles to dragons to knights to unicorns, it contained all that a young child loved. The child is allowed to enter this world. But in this world, everything is not perfect. The unicorns have all disappeared, gone without a trace. What happened to them? Why did they leave? Only one unicorn remains, left to go on a quest to find the rest of her kind. She has been left alone, seemingly abandoned. The boy will go along with her in her journey. Feeling sentimental, emotional, and as a part of this ancient and fantastic world. This is only a movie though. A finished product, the result of many days of work. What happened behind the scenes to reach this point? A book, and then a title theme song. Famous actors and actresses used as voices. Japanese animators, American producers. “The Last Unicorn” coming soon. “The Last Unicorn” now appearing in theatres. Now appearing on video. “Gee , that unicorn movie was kinda cool.” “I remember that movie from when I was a kid!” “I’ve never seen it.” “Remember this movie everyone? I know all about it.” “Come look at my website and reminisce the past.” “Find out more about the movie that you barely remember, but really liked as a kid” “I think I am going to go rent it.” “Oh, its not carried on video anymore.” “I wish I was a kid again.” “Oh well, back to work”
I think that these two objects relate in many ways. They both take the viewer to another place. They have a very sentimental and mysterious feel to them. The website doesn’t really, but the movie it’s talking about does, and it brings up feelings remembered from when I watched the movie as a kid. They are both very dreamlike. They are different in media type and what message is being sent, but they both attack the viewer’s emotions in similar ways, at least in my case.