Scenes
A scene = one idea on screen. You fill in its words and pictures.
Wall of screensYour captures form a tilted wall drifting behind a line. It arrives thrown, brakes, then glides without stopping; in time with the music, one screen after another comes forward and lights up, and the camera moves a notch closer.
Everything in orbitYour logo as a 3-D tile in the centre, with icons in a round about it, the near ones larger: the round arrives spinning, brakes, and the logo sends a spark to one icon after another, in time with the music: it jumps and takes your colour. Then the round spins up and the camera rushes at it.
3-D carouselYour pictures go round a 3-D carousel, one notch per beat, behind a selection frame that locks on the middle one. Once locked, the wheel still pulls on the beat and the framed picture comes forward, until the scene ends.
Around the globeA globe of dots turns beside your line: pins land on it one per beat, each with one of your words, and arcs join them.
Round of iconsYour icons in a round, seen from the side: the near ones are twice the size of the far ones, and the middle stays empty. The round arrives spinning, brakes, and a ball of ink strikes one icon after another, in time with the music: the icon jumps and takes your colour. Then the round spins up and the camera rushes at it. Held longer, the camera runs along the round from very close, then the round seen from above bursts and ink covers the icons one by one.
Ring of picturesYour pictures standing on a ring, like the cards of a rotary file. First a sunburst of thin lines in your colours, then the camera swings to the side: it is a carousel, turning. A hand parts it like pages being turned, one picture is uncovered and takes your colour, and the camera dives through the ring. Seen from above, your sentence is written in the middle.
A line of tilesYour pictures on thick tiles standing one behind the other, in a line that starts close by and runs away into the picture. The line comes up from a corner, a hand lands on the first tile and sets it going like a conveyor, in time with the music; then it glides up the line and waits: every tile that passes under its finger lifts and lights up in your colour. The hand leaves, the line runs on.
Constellation of screensYour first screenshot fills the picture, then the camera lets go of it and pulls back, faster and faster: five more screens burst in from every side, each at its own depth, and the whole set slides past the lens, the near ones much faster than the far ones. A short phrase lands in the middle (up to three, one after the other). Held longer, the camera pulls back again and more screens arrive.
Screens and ribbonsYour screenshots standing side by side, like panels seen three-quarters on, on a gradient of your colours. A ribbon of your colour runs behind them, a second one slips in front of one and behind the next, panes of glass stand between them. Everything comes out of a blur, then the camera travels along the row, from one screen to the next in time with the music: the near ones sweep past, the far ones barely move.
One of manyYour capture fills the screen, swells for an instant, then drops to a third of its size at once: it is one tile of a wall. Its neighbours pop in round it as flat tints in your colours and become your other captures. The wall never stops receding, a wave of colour crosses it, and it drops again: nine screens, fifty, two hundred.
A wall wakes upA dense wall of your pictures fills the screen edge to edge. It is born along a diagonal, each picture first as flat tints in your colours, then a second wave makes them true. A veil comes down, your line is written on it, and a hand crosses the wall: the pictures it passes light up again, and a few stay lit.
Wall and wordHundreds of small pictures packed into a wall, seen through the bulging glass of an old screen, with its lines and its dark edges. In the middle, a disc in your colour and one very large word, replaced at once by the next, in time with the music; the last one stays longest. The picture comes closer faster and faster and rushes at you just before the cut.
A wall fills upYour line is written word by word in a selection box that widens with it, in the middle. Meanwhile your pictures fly in from every side and tile the screen around it like masonry. A wave tints them in your colours, then a second one, in time with the music, gives them back their true colours. In a longer scene the wall steps back and dashed outlines group a few pictures, each with its caption.