Wanderers - a short film by Erik Wernquist

For more information and stills gallery, please turn to: www.erikwernquist.com/wanderers
(Just in case my website runs slow, here is a link to an imgur album version of the gallery: http://imgur.com/a/Ur5dP)

Wanderers is a vision of humanity's expansion into the Solar System, based on scientific ideas and concepts of what our future in space might look like, if it ever happens. The locations depicted in the film are digital recreations of actual places in the Solar System, built from real photos and map data where available.
Without any apparent story, other than what you may fill in by yourself, the idea of the film is primarily to show a glimpse of the fantastic and beautiful nature that surrounds us on our neighboring worlds - and above all, how it might appear to us if we were there.

CREDITS:
VISUALS - Erik Wernquist - [e-mail]
MUSIC - Cristian Sandquist - [e-mail]
WORDS AND VOICE - Carl Sagan
COLOR GRADE - Caj Müller/Beckholmen Film - [e-mail]
LIVE ACTION PHOTOGRAPHY - Mikael Hall/Vidiotism - [e-mail]
LIVE ACTION PERFORMANCE - Anna Nerman, Camilla Hammarström, Hanna Mellin
VOCALIST - Nina Fylkegård
THANK YOU - Johan Persson, Calle Herdenberg, Micke Lindgren, Satrio J. Studt, Tomas Axelsson, Christian Lundqvist, Micke Lindell, Sigfrid Söderberg, Fredrik Strage, Johan Antoni, Henrik Johansson, Michael Uvnäs, Hanna Mellin

THIS FILM WAS MADE WITH USE OF PHOTOS AND TEXTURES FROM:
NASA/JPL, NASA/Goddard Space Flight Center Scientific Visualization Studio, ESA, John Van Vliet, Björn Jonsson (and many others, of which I unfortunately do not know the names)

For all its material advantages,

the sedentary life has left us... edgy

unfulfilled

Even after 400 generations in villages and cities

We haven't forgotten

The open road still softly calls

like a nearly forgotten song of childhood

We invest far-off places with a certain romance

The appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted

by natural selection as an essential element in our survival

Long summers, mild winters

rich harvests, plentiful game

none of them lasts forever

Your own life, or your band's

or even your species' might be owed to a restless few

drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand

to undiscovered lands and new worlds

Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians

he said:

"I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote.

I love to sail forbidden seas"

Maybe it's a little early—

maybe the time is not quite yet—

but those other worlds, promising untold opportunities

beckon

Silently, they orbit the sun

waiting