The world of the future that I have imagined in childhood is different from the world of the future that can be visited now. Legendary sound designer Matsuo Ohno has created sound for animation for the first time since Osamu Tezuka's TV animation "Astro Boy".
Lesley the Pony Has an A+ Day!
Lesley the Pony goes on a fun-filled adventure through the town of Merryville while making lasting memories with his friend, The Duke.
My name is Gabriel, I live in Taipei. I lost my wife in an act of aggression. A red haired man entered my home, he smelt of fried fish. He carried a weapon. He used it on my family. Since then, I feel empty, a hole in the head.
All over the world, idealist revolutionaries shed their blood to denounce injustices. Yet blood is also the very symbol of life. Sketches drawn using filmmaker Theodore Ushev’s own blood explore this paradox. Why fight for ideals, noble though they may be, if you must die for them in the end? Are rebellion and insurrection egotistical deeds, or are they lessons in pure altruism?
It's Sunday. While eating lunch, Jean observes his family members. They ask him questions but don't listen to his answers, they give him advice that they don't follow, they pet him and slap him. It's normal, it's Sunday lunch.
From the infinitely small to the infinitely big, everything in the universe is tightly connected, when interacting, when rebuilding, in a combination of movements in perpetual metamorphosis.
A short loop animation based on the concept of transformation. The author was inspired by alchemy, believing that rotoscope animation and alchemy are similar in the sense of taking an existing piece/object, adding something to it, and creating something entirely new. The title implies taking everyday things and dumping them into a mixer to create something unfamiliar, which may lead us to look at everyday life in a different way.
After a tragic event, a child takes refuge in an alternative reality, where his mother is still present.
I passed you by, I only passed you by, on the street, in the subway,
or rather I saw you, I only saw you, on television, in the newspapers,
I read the story of your life, I saw photos of you,
I saw you passing by, only passing by,
but I couldn’t forget your eyes, they said to me:
“Little brother, little sister, you look like me.”