Art galleries.
If you look at these, you notice that they kind of flow together, like in a book.
It's not a book... It could be a book, but it's not.
I'd, love for it to be a book.
I really like stone. It is hard, firm, hard to break.
This building looks familiar. Are these all local churches?
Yes, I like to paint what I see.
So you like buildings and stone?
The're... steadfast.
They don't go anywhere, you know where you have them.
Pragmatic. Have you been to any other galleries today?
A few.
But this is clearly the best.
Do you think there is any chance I can exhibit here?
I don't see a trace of originality in them.
They are as lifeless as the rocks and houses you love so much.
- Honestly, Ms...? - Westbrook.
They have nothing.
I see no evidence that you will ever paint anything else.
I don't understand why they don't want your paintings.
- You paint so beautifully. - It's probably not about that.
I spoke to Bertie in 4C. Do you know what she said?
Mom, I'm completely lost.
- Don't worry, sweetheart. - I do not know what to do.
Come over and bring your paintings. We can hang them on my wall.
Bertie probably wants some too.
So you have studied the great masters.
So that maybe one day you too can become one.
You have studied the brush strokes, the colors, every little detail,
until you could almost smell the paint.
But are you worthy to call yourselves masters?
Do you possess any original qualities?
Or are you only pale copies of your representatives?
Those who have already earned their accolades through originality?
In other words, are you just a bunch of soulless drones?
I see no evidence that you will ever paint anything else.
Now?
What?
Well then.
I intend to show you how to let go and explore sides of yourself,
that every other teacher you've had taught you to ignore.
Unleash your inner being. It's time to wake up.
It's time...
to wake up!
- You wanted to meet me? - Yes. Come in.
It seems we have received some complaints from some of the students.
Apparently they find you a little... raw.
You know how they are, Philippa.
You do realize I'm doing exactly what you hired me to do right?
- If they don't like it... - Talk about it.
Please refrain from bringing your own paintings to school.
They create nightmares! You scare the students away.
What is that kind of art called?
A slow but inevitable descent into madness.
Always the tormented artist.
I only paint on inspiration.
Honestly, Thomas. You have to pull yourself up!
As you well know, our budget is based on the number of students enrolled.
We can't afford to lose any of them!
And I can't keep working full time.
I paint at night and work here all day. It will be too much.
I hear what you're saying, Thomas.
But we simply can't cut into your hours.
Art doesn't just appear out of thin air.
- I need time for my own art. - You are not a traveling artist.
You have obligations! Finish what you started!
Okay, but then tell me.
How do I find the inspiration needed to inspire others?
Creativity is what you lack the least.
You will surely come up with something.
That is all.
It's like a whole other world that I can't even imagine.
I only paint what I see.
I also.
I don't get out much.
True art is honest art.
It should not be taken lightly.
It can take you to undiscovered places.
Mr Arkwright?
Can you help me?
I know how busy you are, but it would mean a lot.
I have to prepare for the next lesson, Mya.
Come to my studio tomorrow morning. 14 Lantern Alley.
I'm coming!
Sorry. The door was open.
I...
I had another dream.
The pictures...
They have become so much more alive, real.
It is as if the line between what is sleep and what is not has been blurred.
What do you think they are?
Those dark shadow people in your visions?
It feels as if they are after me, and want to drag me with them.
Or maybe... I'm just going crazy.
I see you have your creations with you.
Is there anything here that represents your new self?
Honestly?
I do not think so.
Are you sure? Nothing?
You can't just keep banging your head against the wall.
I know.
But nothing is ever good enough.
- Do you see the fire behind me? - Yes.
No you can not. I stand in front of it.
But you can feel it!
If you can feel the invisible , you can also paint the invisible.
If you can show people what is visible to the naked eye, or even imagine,
then you as an artist will be seen.
Don't think the process is easy.
Some will want to drag you down , and then you have to fight back.
Again and again.
Well then. Then we get started.
A "third eye" can help you to enlightenment.
If you see the world through a camera lens, you can discover things you would otherwise have missed.
You have a long journey ahead of you, but I will guide you.
- Is it true? - Yes I promise.
If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work.
Obvious.
Tack.
- Where is Mr. Arkwright? - Isn't he here?
Was he here earlier when the lesson started?
I guess he wasn't. How so?
- Don't you care? - Not directly.
It's better this way, no one bothers us.
He is only a teacher because he failed as an artist.
Those who cannot, teach.
And?
I'm here to ask about our teacher, Mr. Arkwright.
Although we are all concerned about his absence,
I can't say I'm surprised.
He has an unhealthy habit of becoming engrossed in his art.
I need him.
Are you not going to do anything to find him?
Mr Arkwright...
seemed to think he didn't quite belong here with us.
This is perhaps the best solution for this institution.
Mr Arkwright?
Are you there, Mr. Arkwright?
Mr Arkwright?
Is anybody here?
THE POLICE
Welcome to the police automated service center.
You must register before making a report.
Your data is saved.
This dashboard is for ongoing investigations only.
Please use control panel NR1 to 3 for new reports.
You must register before making a report.
Your data is saved.
Enter all information about the missing person.
A box contains information that does not match public records.
- Please fill in your social security number. - I do not have it. Come on!
The report is incomplete and cannot be processed through our service center.
You must contact the police manual telephone service.
Please wait until an operator is available.
At least one box in your registration is empty.
If you need help, press help.
- Hello? - Manual service. How can I help?
I am trying to report someone missing.
- Do you have the number of the investigation? - No, I want to report it now.
- Is it a new report? - Yes.
- Have you filled in the registration form? - No.
Yes, I tried to do it on the machine.
Have you already registered? Let me look after.
Sorry, I can't find your registration. There may be a delay in the system.
- I have already registered twice. - It was a shame.
A double registration. Then we might have a troublesome duplicate in the system.
If so, the report is sent to manual handling for archiving.
- I'll put you through. - No wait!
Archiving. How can I help?
Hi. The other guy said,
that I have made a double registration, and then I was connected to you.
I see here that you registered today at 14.23.
- And then again at 14.26. - Yes.
- I can merge your registrations. - Yes thank you.
- But there is a deviation. - Oh really?
- They are not identical. - What is the difference?
One claims you live on Middle Street, the other says Jiddle Street.
Jiddle Street? Seriously? No!
- Is there even such a street? - I work with mergers.
- Shall I connect you to the map service? - No, I probably just wrote it wrong.
It's a common mistake. Your registrations have now been linked.
- You can now register. - Thanks. My teacher, Mr. Arkwright...
Let me cut you off there.
I cannot accept your notification. Do you want to be connected to manual registration?
Yes thank you.
- Manual notification. How can I help you? - I'm trying to register!
My name is Mya Westbrook.
My social security number is 616097-442.
The missing person is Thomas Arkwright.
That's right. Everything is in your registered notification.
It goes so fast now with the new technology.
- Was there anything else? - No!
Have a lovely day.
If you need assistance, press help.
The only one who can help me is gone, and no one seems to care!
Let the authorities handle it.
As if they were going to do anything about it.
You have done everything you can. Forget it now.
You just get upset.
Someone has to do something.
Mya, you were never the adventurous type. You can't look for him.
It's not in your nature, heart. I know you all too well.
That may not be true.
Excuse?
- What do you want, girl? - Can you drive me out to the lighthouse?
To the island with the lighthouse.
- Do you have business out there? - Yes, I have to go there.
As soon as possible, in fact.
Sure why not?
I assume you have already arranged permits for the party.
We do not get permission until you have applied and received the go-ahead for a chartered party.
Try one of the control panels at the port office.
- I'll be right back. - I'm here!
Oh no!
Welcome to the port authority's service center.
- Now be nice. - Pay fee before departure.
Here it is! Applied, approved and paid.
There's a storm coming. No one goes out today.
But I really have to get out there. I spent my last money.
Read the storm clause. It says there.
"Unsuitable weather... other conditions..."
- What do I do now? - Go home and prepare for storm.
Out of the way! No light! No light!
You thieving troll! Come back with it.
You dirty beast!
Run for it! It stole the switch. I must have it.
- The lighthouse must be repaired before sunset. - Okay okay!
Running! Run, little girl.
Hurry up! It's about life or death.
- Give it back. - What?
- The one you took. Give it back. - What do you want?
The light thing.
Stop there, and give it to me.
You can take it.
What have you done?
Okay.
- Do you have another one? - Did it disappear?
- The troll threw it into the water. - It was my only one. We must find it!
Otherwise the lighthouse cannot be lit tonight. It must be lit.
Here it is!
I knew it was here somewhere.
- Shall we dive? - No.
Not?
You lost it, so you get to dive.
Actually, it wasn't me. It was the creature.
Are you ready?
- I guess so? - Good assumption.
The fact is... I don't think I'm ready for this.
It will be fine. Get started now.
Come on, Mya. You are a very strong girl.
Are you okay down there?
It's hard to see anything.
- I found it! - Yes! Hurry back.
The sun is going down.
- No. It was just a stone. - Oh! Continue.
- Here! - Yes?
- Another rock? - Yes...
I think I've found it.
I can't reach it.
Are you okay?
I do not hear you! Can you repeat? Have you found it?
Little girl.
I have it. I have it.
I'm coming up now.
Hello?
- You have to hurry up. - I know.
This should work. No!
- Come on. - Shut up!
Do you want to do it? Not? Then just stand there and be quiet.
Come back with the flashlight. I do not see anything!
- It's coming towards us! - I know, I'm working on it.
It's not working!
Stop nagging!
Look at the light!
Tack, Mya!
What's a city girl like you doing out here?
I'm looking for someone.
Someone who has disappeared.
He had visions...
And in these visions he became...
hunted and haunted by strange shadows.
Shadows?
He painted everything he saw.
A very strange city...
I've never heard of anything like this.
Certain things should be avoided. It's better to stay safe.
I have my lighthouse, and it is my castle.
As long as it shines , the world is safe.
You don't have to travel anywhere, not far away. Just stay where you are.
Listen to me, Mya.
You can stay here right?
I can't stay here. I need to find my teacher.
Bye.
Stupid rocks.
Sorry!
- Sorry I used you for breakfast. - Breakfast?
Sat! I mean I sat on you.
- Is it morning already? - Yes.
It was summer when I fell asleep.
Are you hurt, little friend?
No.
You! Wait!
A long time ago,
before the ice sheet came, there were many of us like me here.
We broke the ice caps.
It's been a very long time since I saw someone like me.
I don't know where they went?
- You miss them, don't you? - I miss having someone to talk to.
- I know how you feel. - Have you also lost someone?
My art teacher. I think he was carried away by something.
Far, far away.
There are strange things in the making.
You have to be careful.
But I have no idea how to search further.
Not at all.
Maybe I can help you find your friend.
Thanks! And I can help you find yours.
My parents gave me a lot of freedom when I was a child.
Maybe even too much.
Whatever Mya came up with , she could do no wrong.
I wish they had understood that I just wanted them to sit down,
and just take it all in. My drawings, for example.
Sit down and show how I could improve by studying them.
Instead, they made me feel transparent.
After all, they didn't really care.
Don't think people care about me either.
They don't care enough to stay.
I knew some people a long time ago.
Then I fell asleep for a while.
When I woke up , their short lives had ended.
Be alone again.
I think my family just wanted to protect me from the outside world.
But what they didn't know was that it caught me off guard.
I wasn't tough enough.
Stones don't have a problem with that.
- Is it me? - I tried to be realistic.
Looks sad.
I look into the water and see the reflection.
And it looks like that.
Take your time.
Try different.
You listened!
Tack.
- Good night. - Good night.
Away! Disappear!
Damn!
Nasty rascals, those birds.
What are you looking at?
I do not really know.
But I don't remember this being here yesterday.
- It's carved in stone. - It looks very old.
I think this is where I have to go.
To find my doctor.
Are there more people on the island? At least I met one in the lighthouse.
People are here.
They come and go in their boats.
- Boats? - Are you going?
Not directly.
But can you take me there?
To the boat people?
Maybe yes.
Anything interesting over there?
No nothing.
We continue.
By this way.
This looks nice.
Right?
I guess so.
Does it matter if you go alone?
You're not very social, are you?
People worry me.
I am human.
- You are special. - Thanks.
Okay, then it was time for us.
For me, I mean.
See you soon.
Mr Arkwright?
Excuse me?
Excuse?
Hello!
I wonder if any of you know where I can find this place?
Can I see what you have there?
The mountain there...
The coast on the other side of the sea, to the east.
- Maybe it. - Maybe it.
Is there any possibility that one of you might consider taking me there?
Of course, the sea is our territory. We can take you there.
It is a long journey, which means expensive.
I don't really have that much money.
I was hoping you might...
That you would get to ride for free?
Just like when you get free food in the store?
It's not quite the same thing.
But we, nice sailors, let everyone ride for free.
We have gas, food and water...
Oh no!
Oh no! No!
You saw them!
Why did not you say anything?
- They were my family. - Sorry!
- I just thought you would be sad. - Yes, sorry.
- I was just trying to protect you. - Protect me from what?
From the truth? Like your family did?
No...
Yes. You're right, I shouldn't have done that.
Please, stay!
I need you. I need your help.
You need.
I want us to stay together.
Do not go!
Please?
You have done everything you can. Release it now.
It just makes you sad, weirdo.
You've never been the adventurous type.
You can't chase after him.
Sorry.
I should have told you.
Maybe always knew.
Didn't want to accept,
that my old friends are gone forever.
Once upon a time we were mountains.
Proud and travelled.
Time passes and stones weather to pieces.
Maybe me...
is the last one left.
The fisherman does not want to drive me across the sea without compensation.
Since I have nothing of value , I don't know what to do.
What do people find valuable?
Glittery objects?
Black birds like shiny things.
Do they have anywhere to stay nearby? Maybe we can go there.
They move in the dark. They live in old mines underground.
Mines?
There might be more valuable things there!
- And birds. With sharp beaks. - Yes. Yes.
Maybe you should go in first.
- They can't hurt you. - The tunnel is too narrow.
It takes a little person, like you, to get in.
Small as a bird.
Also, no fingers.
Right. No fingers.
Which can pick up small, sparkly things.
Well then.
Good luck.
You are welcome.
- Cutlery? - This has no value for us.
You have to get across the sea in some other way.
Maybe if you start swimming.
Take your time.
Try different.
You, the girl!
We leave on the boat Jenny at 08.00 tomorrow.
Arrive on time.
I'm coming!
- Mya! Listen to me, don't give up. - Tora?
Please stay here. Stay indoors. It's dangerous!
- But why...? - Listen to me now, Mya. You are so stupid.
Stay here with me. Trust me, little girl. It's too dangerous.
I have to do it. Sorry!
Mya!
Thank you for helping me.
I'm sorry about your friends.
I wish I could help you.
I have to go now.
I have to make it to the boat if I'm ever going to find my teacher.
You don't have to apologize, little one.
When I met you I was alone.
Nobody talked to me.
But I'm not alone anymore.
I have found a friend.
Wait, I have to show you something.
Have you made a new one?
- You are making progress. - Do you think so?
I focused on the meaning of the shapes, instead of the actual shapes.
The pebbles of the mind have been moved.
I will really miss you.
I will remember you.
- Are you doing well down here? - Yes.
I thought you might need some new clothes.
It can get pretty cold out here.
Tack.
They belonged to my daughter.
Is she no longer there?
The sea took her a few years ago.
I'm sorry.
Maybe I'll meet her again somewhere, somehow.
So...
If you... Just come up if you need anything.
Certainly. Thanks.
Good. Good.
Sometimes when the tide is at its lowest,
things like that appear out of the sea.
What is it?
Remains of some ancient civilization. Who knows.
- Have you tried to disembark? - No, we keep our distance.
So...
Are you on the run from something?
No, not really.
I'm looking for my missing teacher.
Your teacher?
I have never heard of a student looking for his teacher.
Usually it's the other way around.
But what do I know? The schools are few and far between out here.
Why do you need your teacher? You seem to be managing yourself.
He helped me change my perspective.
He was taken away to some strange place, with strange buildings.
There are stories.
They are told among sailors. Very old stories.
It tells of an ancient civilization, thousands of years ago.
Maybe even older.
People who hid behind masks and spoke of ancient rituals.
What you're looking for might be the remains of it.
That said, we try to avoid it.
Speaking of which, want to see the wheelhouse?
Stay here!
The sea took my daughter a few years ago.
Maybe I'll meet her again, somewhere, somehow.
Don't think the process is easy.
Some will want to drag you down , and then you have to fight back.
Again and again.
I have seen this image in my head so many times.
For such a long time.
Why did you bring me here?
You did it yourself.
Do you value your life in its current state?
Is it exactly what you wanted it to be?
- Yes... - Why are you sticking to it?
- I have obligations. - Against your employer?
- Yes, and... - Those who benefit from your teaching?
I have painted all my life.
And now I pass my knowledge on, every single year, to new disciples.
What about the obligations to yourself?
- I do my best with the time I have. - What if time wasn't crucial?
Imagine if you were no longer hampered by such worldly things,
like eating, sleeping and earning your living?
I probably wouldn't live this long without these "precious things".
Imagine if you didn't have to.
What then? Not live?
Free yourself from the limitations of the body.
Let your imagination run free.
This is madness.
You guys are absolutely crazy.
When our bodies are saturated with ink,
our minds will be freed from their materialistic condition.
A thought no longer lives in you, it lives without you.
Free to share with all of us. A collective consciousness,
free to roam the earth and among the stars.
No longer bound by time.
Imagination becomes what defines us.
The iron veil of the world will be lifted,
and we shall become one with the ether.
Unseen and free to embrace the dream of dreamers.
We offer you freedom.
Think and it will be.
Flow with the currents of time and space.
Disembark, wherever and whenever you wish.
Unleash your creative essence that lives within you.
Become one with a limitless existence.
And all I have to do is give up my life?
Your lack of vision is holding you back.
Let go of your inhibitions.
Isn't that what you teach your disciples?
Yes, but not to sacrifice one's life for the craft.
Without artistic freedom, do you really live then?
Why me? Why me?
Join us and all living things will benefit from your artistic talent,
which you have spent a lifetime refining.
This is where you belong. You are one of us.
Let us show you what we can offer.
Their spores rained down from the stars.
They evolved.
They became one with the innermost essence of the universe.
They harnessed the power of the air.
They arrived half a billion years ago.
They evolved, and so did their knowledge.
They made the machines that this city rests on.
A portal through time and space, a door to complete freedom.
Did they create life?
No, they worked on it.
Like an artist who transforms color into fantastic works of art,
they transformed life into wonderful and mighty creations.
Why are you hiding out here?
You and your masters. This place...
People fear it.
It serves us well. Creativity is a sensitive thing.
It requires the greatest thinkers with the tenderest of hearts.
Early man worshiped the mountains.
When they came here and got creative freedom,
they did not understand the consequences of their actions.
When mountains come alive and rule the world,
evolution doesn't stand a chance.
We needed a reboot.
A hundred millennia of ice set everything right.
Were you the ones who did it? Did you cause the Ice Age?
Did you kill all the living mountains?
- We needed to protect lives. - By smashing half the planet?
You are an artist, right?
Have you ever crumpled up a piece of paper with a sketch on it?
Regret and throw away your creations?
It's not the same thing. It's really not the same thing.
Remaking something created in real life is not the same thing!
Now take me to Mr. Arkwright.
Mr Arkwright! Are you okay?
What is it that is wrong?
Up?
I have come to take you home.
I have fought for my life to get here.
I left my home, the city. I almost drowned.
I got lost, I almost got eaten. I could have died!
- But you didn't die. - No, but I almost died.
No! You lived.
For the first time in your life , you may have felt alive.
I do not understand!
I don't intend to go back.
Why not?
Because what is offered to me has no end.
I have felt a calling through my paintings, but have not dared.
I thought they would hurt me, but I was wrong.
Now I know I belong here.
- Even though it costs you your life? - This is not the end.
I just become a part of something,
between what is and what is not.
Maybe you can contribute some common sense to this bunch.
Remember what you have seen.
Remember this place and all you have been through.
You won't bring me back, but you carry something even more valuable.
Let your experiences feed your imagination.
Become something new.
It's time to go.
Sorry I was selfish.
I mean, this is...
incredible.
You deserve it.
- Remember what I said. - I will.
What are you going to do now?
Go back and finish what I started.
After all that I have seen...
Incredible things, far beyond what I could have imagined.
I can do so much more now.
I just didn't realize it.
You are no longer the girl who came to my studio.
Lost and confused.
No.
I must go. It's time to move on.
We may meet again, when these mountains have turned to dust and new ones have been formed.
Perhaps...
Maybe we already did.
You are free.
You no longer need anyone's permission or support.
You are not bound by expectations or fleeting trends.
Now you float freely on the waves of imagination.
- Hello? - Hi mom.
- I'm back again. - Mya! I have been so worried!
You shouldn't be. I can take care of myself.
- Where have you been? - I left to find someone.
And I did. I found myself.
A new me.
I don't see a trace of originality in them.
They are as lifeless as the rocks and houses you love so much.
I see no evidence that you will ever paint anything else.
Something else? Mya.
You watched over me and guided me.
Just as you promised.
From your perspective , this may not have happened yet.
Or so it has always been.
Thank you, Mr. Arkwright, for setting me free.
It will be all right now.
I'll take over from now on.
Subtitles: Mika Winberg ordiovision