Author Archives: Wilson Santos
The King’s Gambit – chess and war
How is life like chess and chess like life? This short montage film started out as just a few guys goofing around one night with a camera and a chess board. Later, in the editing phase, it turned into this.
Producer: Wilson Santos
Directors: Natan Avidan and Wilson Santos
Camera: Natan Avidan
Editor: Wilson Santos
Chess Players: Chris Hanna & Wilson Santos
Music: “Hall of the Mountain King” by Kevin Macleod for http://www.incompotech.com
(see the credits at the end of the film for info on additional footage used)
Portraits of Colombia
Portraits of Colombia, a set on Flickr.
I took these photos while on vacation in Medellin, Colombia in December 2013. This collection shows the diversity of the common Colombian. While on vacation, I encountered so many warm and welcoming people of different shades. I chose to make the photos all black and white to remove color barriers, because while I was there, I didn’t sense any color differences. This series represents the unity I felt while walking the streets of Medellin. These are the beautiful people.
Home – A short documentary film
While on a recent vacation to Medellin, Colombia, a friend of mine posted a link to a fundraising site on his facebook page. Since I was already in the city and had my Canon 60D with me, I quickly contacted Max Solorzano through facebook and met up with him to shoot this short spontaneous documentary. I figured that I could contribute my services to help this noble cause. It was both heart-wrenching and heart-warming to meet some of the kids and the people there, who selflessly give of their time and energy for these children in such need. It was a true honor to have shot, directed and produced this short film. Read the rest of this entry
I Remember What My Father Told Me
I remember what my father told me:
There’s only one thing I’ll take with me,
all my women and their memories
But I knew he’d take more than just that. Read the rest of this entry
We Tug and Pull Each Other
We tug and pull each other
There’s never rest between
The ropes we pull are bruising
Sometimes they make us mean Read the rest of this entry
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