Andrew Chin & Michael Takemoto's Animated Story
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In 2023, artist Michael Takemoto of University of Hawaiʻi Maui College (UHMC) participated in our collaborative Hui Mo‘olelo program with Hale Hōʻikeʻike at the Bailey House/ Maui Historical Society and the County of Maui. As part of the training, he captured an audio-recorded talk-story with his stepson Andrew Chin, ukulele instructor at ʻĪao Intermediate School. In 2024, professional artists from across the globe submitted proposals to translate their story as a work of public art. Upon selection by a community panel, artist Richard O'Connor and his team at Ace & Son Moving Picture Co. entered a period of project development to meet the storytellers, learn more about the context of their story, and infuse the evolving design with their feedback.
LISTEN: • Full Recording HERE • Excerpt HERE On April 27, 2024, this animated film short was unveiled at the 2024 Hui Mo‘olelo Film Festival in Kīhei for a packed house. |
From Andrew
There’s all the Lānaʻi horror stories when we would go camping with family over there. There’s all the horror stories that we’d hear about, through you know local lore on Maui. But I remember one time very vividly, where we went camping with mom and the bio dad you know and we were set up - I don’t remember exactly where we were, but I do remember being where it was one of his fishing spots, out near the road. And I remember we were all in the tent already, getting ready to go to bed, you know, doing shadow puppets, having some hot cocoa and stuff like that. At least I remember being inside, maybe we were shoveled inside after. But um, either my dad or my mom, you know, they started hearing drums go off. You know, everyone knows where this is going right? Night marcher story right? We were inside the tent I remembered though, I just remembered me and Neal are crying. Mom’s trying to hush us up, she’s trying to keep us occupied. We were not crying. I remember being ready to cry. Really emotional. It was extreme fear. I remember the tent shaking. I remember lights. I remember seeing lights from some kind of light source, looked like it was probably from lamps. I remember just the whole tent shaking, the noise getting louder and louder and louder. And then I also remember Mom had a flashlight and she was making shadow puppets and trying to keep me and Neal occupied doing that. Um. Honestly, other than that, all I remember are feelings. It was definitely the most fear, one of the most feared moments I’ve ever remembered experiencing. We ended up. I’m not sure if it was necessarily if that fear, because me and Neal picked up from our parents. Or like you know, so much of this could have been psychosomatic. So much of this could be us hearing things. But to this day, for me, that’s as real as it gets. This is coming from somebody who’s practically an atheist at this point in his life, you know. I don’t really have a whole lot of. I question everything that I thought might have been a spiritual encounter for me, I question it. Even including that one.
Project Development
This is a season of storytelling. A time to share the tales from our kupuna and the legends our mo‘opuna will tell.
Meet the Storytellers
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Youth Task Force meeting
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‘Ōlelo No‘eau consultation
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Project Timeline
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