Pink

The mystery of identity has been at the forefront of every story I write. It’s a point of intrigue that has followed me all the days of my life. 'Pink' is no different. It started as a rejected entry to a screenwriting competition, grew into a completed script for my Scriptwriting course, and decided to come alive in the thick of 2020, when everything seemed to pause. Life is a weighty force that hides and flourishes in the most unlikely of circumstances, certainly. Much like Pearson, many of us feel that we’re built very differently from the others around us. For as long as I can remember, a common theme has been swirling around my mind: a theme of seeking, and a pursuit towards a higher call. The engine room to ‘Pink’, the force that guided a group of quarantined film students, all separated, working through video calls and messages, is a sense of dedication. A connection to that innate desire to live life purposefully, to become everything we were made to be, and to create works that inspire others to seek out the same. From the infantile Scarecrow, who we built from scratch, to the stellar performances by our actors, and every storyboarded frame, is the prayer that Pearson’s story echoes your own. That when you think of him, you then remember that the things about you, the essence of your own design, known and unknown, rejected or embraced, have a point. At the end of the day, these words were written to speak of that perfect, pointy love to strengthen our connection between people, heaven, and this thing called Life.