mwmh's perspective

A couple things from my sketchpad. First, thinking about the height of Moon to mwmh's hand and how she guides him without a harness.

 And secondly I felt that the final beat (mwmh leaving the underground and asking who would come with him) would be the right time to elaborate on the outside world, where time flows with the direction of the sun, with the changing of seasons and lifespans of creatures great and small. I don't think he'll be able to communicate this to them, but I want the viewer to see it. A life spent experiencing, feeling, and ceasing to live, always part of the cycle.

Written notes: "The shifting of the sun's heat. Unexpected new discoveries. Unique seasonal sounds and sensations. The smell of grass and warm perfume of flowers. If this is all I get, if it isn't enough to find the land of love then that's what my life was, and this is what I have. that's how it is for any living thing in this world."

"When I feel a bug crawl over me while I am lying in the grass, I can't help but imagine that by its perspective, I am like an enormous chain of sun-warmed rock; boulders sticking out of the earth. A tremendous natural monument. And to them, my life would seem as long and old as we think of the hills and mountains. So maybe the hills and mountains perceive me as the insect, and insect, myself, the hills, are all just passing through time on our own scale."
WIP of one of the sketches (Unexpected new discoveries)

PS- the antithesis of mwmh's way of thinking (expressed by one of the thinkers): "Man was simply too feeble to cure himself of death. But we have at last evolved beyond the need of such a cycle."