Friday, May 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Some drawings
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Kovalyov
Hey,
i know we should try to stop looking at things, but here is just a little kovalyov sweetness ...
I think that now that we have a story, we should find a way to tell it, something more than only "here are the facts" . I think we could go into a strange way, maybe like this one... i really like the editing btw, what do you think ?
i know we should try to stop looking at things, but here is just a little kovalyov sweetness ...
I think that now that we have a story, we should find a way to tell it, something more than only "here are the facts" . I think we could go into a strange way, maybe like this one... i really like the editing btw, what do you think ?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
2EME Version of the Script: THE FLASH
A cabin sits alone in the middle of a forest. Looking through a window, past laundry hanging on a line, a plump middle aged man with a large head can be seen busily packing a camera bag full of lenses and film. Animal noises can be heard coming from outside. They appear to be calling to him. He briefly looks into a full length mirror before stepping into the quickly approaching night. Pulling out his camera, he takes a photograph of himself in the mirror. When he does so, the flash illuminates him and his house in a way that makes everything become the opposite of what it is. The colors shapes and textures are for that one instant the opposite of the colors shapes and textures they were a second before. Even the man is the opposite of himself; he becomes a skeleton. After the photo is snapped, he pauses looks at himself again, now returned to his normal state. He then rushes out the door into the night.
Outside, the night is alive. Sounds of birds, hoots of owls, and howls of wolves can be heard, along with the rushing of wind through the trees. The man runs through the trees, snapping photos of all the animals he sees. Everytime he clicks a photo the same effect happens with the animals as happened to him in the cabin. The night becomes day and the animal becomes a sequence of day running into night, on each flash night becomes day; flat becomes three dimensional and dark becomes light. He keeps snapping and the snapping becomes rhythmic, and the strobing images flashing start to form a sequence of images like in a film strip. The juxtaposition of what the man is doing and what he is seeing through the camera lense at the moment of the flash becomes like two sequences of images playing together at the same time. Soon the images of the animals as seen through the flash become the dominant sequence, and the camera follows a fox in the day time running through a field, into a forest, and finally to a cabin. He scratches on the door to the cabin, opening the door and going inside. He sees photographs hanging on a laundry line. They are of running animals in the forrest, then they are of the man running, then there is one of the camera. Then the fox jumps on a bed and licks the skull of a pile of bones. The end.
ONE VERSION OF OUR SCRIPT
The Man in the Woods
EXTERIOR. FOREST. DUSK.
A middle aged plump man sits alone in a cabin filled with furniture covered in photographs. He is attempting to mend a hole in his shoe. He takes a polaroid photo of his other shoe and tapes it onto the broken one. Outside the rain is pouring. A leak starts in his livingroom. He quickly takes a picture of a good section of his ceiling with his polaroid camera. The water rushes over him as he stands on a chair to reach up to cover the leak. The moment he tapes the photo over the leak the water stops, but a leg of the chair he is standing on breaks and he falls to the ground, breaking one of his own limbs.
When he lifts the leg it bends unnaturally, and he winces in pain.
Immediately he takes a picture of his good leg and tapes it onto his broken leg.
He also takes a picture of an attached chair leg and tries to tape it onto the broken chair leg.
He attempts to get up, and sit on the chair, but the chair falls over and he falls with it onto the floor. He tries to take another photo but his camera is out of film. He lays there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He crawls over to a heap of photographs, and begins searching frantically through them for pictures of chair legs. He finally finds one and tapes it very securely on the chair. He then tries to get up and cannot because of his broken leg. He looks through the heaps of pictures for photos of legs. He makes several attempts to get these pictures to fix his broken leg and all of these fail.
He crawls here and there to fnd more photos, in vain. At some point, tired, he stops and leans on the wall.
By staying still for a moment, he feels free from the pain. From the angle he has managed to get to he can see behind the photographs on his furniture. Suddenly his world does not look right to him. All the furniture he fixed looks wrong somehow.
He then crawls around to find the perfect spot from which to see his things, one in which everything seems to be repaired. At last he finds it, and decides he will not move again.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
those pics are from the shoot before- just wanted to show them to you-
look at puppet in natural environment compared with artificial environment.
I really like the shots where you animate the shadows of the trees on your wall.
I will translate the story and cant wait to see you guys tomorrow!!
Nicole
I really like the shots where you animate the shadows of the trees on your wall.
I will translate the story and cant wait to see you guys tomorrow!!
Nicole
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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