Sometimes abstract spots and lines form a landscape.
- Abstract
- Experimental
- Non-narrative
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Sometimes abstract spots and lines form a landscape.
The music video of Iam Twisqis re-creating an urban playground by animating shapes, forms and colours extracted from the original buildings.
Sometimes saying ‘I love you’ is difficult.
One man gets up and makes his coffee. The morning routine perturbed by the explosion of the cup which he carries to his lips and after a fall he loses the use of his legs. The perception of the man is blocked but he is trying to get up from the ground at all cost.
It is a simple and bitter-sweet story, a story that touches any age, that we want to keep to oneself as a secret, a story carrying many feelings, a story which, finally, we want to share with everybody: it is the story of life.
Communication is lacking. This can be felt, just like the things that can never be truly spoken. But lack does not mean a black hole, it is a space that fills itself.
Short stop-motion animation created by Žoel Kastelic at entrance exams of Academy of fine art and design in Ljubljana in 2017. The theme was reinterpretation of any artwork and he chose the serie of short animations, La Linea by Osvaldo Cavandoli.
Mathieu is weighed down by many questions which put him in a heavy state. But as he gives in to his sadness, the rain becomes tears and his tears become rain. He becomes one with his sadness. It’s his time to dance, and the tears accompany him.
Satirical animation about abusive honking in Vietnam
A short story about a long road. Two siblings try to find their grandfather’s house. During their hitchhike, they meet various people, but their real companion is a plant in a pot. What will happen when they reach their destination?
Here There gives graphic form to memory’s malleable, straying lines. It begins as a traveler’s sketchbook, drawn in Croatia in the summer of 2014, but details soon fade away into abstract impressions on the edges of memory. This film is a reduction to the essence, a condensed feeling of one place and time.
Voiceless is an animated videoclip for the first Hearsh song. An attempt on seeking fresh esthetical paths in 3D computer graphics, based on atmosphere and gaining subjective meanings through visual associations. The objects shown in the movie represent different concepts that hold meaning in our lives and to which we commit our attention. Those meanings and that attentions are verified when with time said concepts fade away and dissolve.
Music chairs. And wardrobes.
You know, I’ve got to the age where I want to settle down and stop jumping from relationship to relationship every few weeks, but everyone I meet is so immature which I thought wouldn’t be the case now. Know what I mean? What do you do for a job? Ah no way! I love animation! That’s so interesting! Anything I’ve seen? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be an animator! Bet it’s so fun. I think Pixar is my favourite, that film with the cars is just so dam funny! And Shrek! I almost forget that’s animation, just amazing how people come up with this stuff and make those characters so believable! Is that the sort of stuff you do? Can I see?
A lonely vixen (fox) isolates herself from the world to enjoy the pleasures of being tormented by guilt. But as the days go by, even her personal space gets invaded and starts to crumble. She has to choose between madness and reconciliation.
This music video is a computer-generated animation made in an open-source program Golly. The program is used as a simulation of cell growth. The background is made with animated objects in the scanner. The story follows the lyrics of the song. First, the growth seems unlimited, then a peak comes, we break and vanish and again and again, the game of life. Behind this circle, an everlasting nostalgia is present.
Reminiscing about the days I spent with an old friend, facing up to the narrow but deep gap that lies between us.
Wrapped in a futon… Memories are coming up to the mind, the future is imagined, senses are recaptured, physical feelings as a woman are deeply ingrained… Everything melts pleasantly together. In the futon, the body wanders seeking for this sense.
Being attached to a platform limits her in every way, allowing nothing but a single sound in her life. One day a new sound appears, and with it the desire to reach it.
At one moment you smell something familiar and realize that this is the smell of childhood. Memories surfaced through the smell of borscht, which once on a sunny day my grandmother cooked. They are never accurate, they are fast as lightning, but they carry in themselves a light nostalgia and calm. Moments that you want to remember forever: a mother’s song, the clear sky above, and the certainty of tomorrow, knowing that a whole summer of fun is still ahead.