By the film MATHIAS, I try to convey to the viewer a very personal topic for me – coping with an inner demons. The story takes place from the point of view of two main characters – a dead aristocrat and a grave robber in two time epochs. It is a short film, using the technique of 2D drawn animation. The soundtrack consists of songs by two composers.
Bernie Krause's niche theory is that an animal's voice evolved in a way to occupy its own little, unique acoustic slot within a whole soundscape, a puzzle piece in the whole puzzle, to be distinguishable in the mess. A fisher wonders what sounds fit best in niches created by surrounding sounds.
"The Odd Hour" is an experimentation with space, objects and an overhead projector. It is the first animated adaptation of poem by Ewald Murrer, member of the Wernisch family consisting of three generations of respected Czech poets. Along with the other two will be made an animated triptych or rather a bond tying their torn-apart relationship.
World, full of old motorcycles, cars and cowboys listening to good old rock n roll. (Heartbreaking bromance, Animal Weirdness) First video single from upcoming album Making Love In Your Mother's Bed (band The Ribs)
I’ll Be Your Toy videoclip is showing some bad behavior of human kind. In this case presented by xenofobic dwarfs fully armed with machine guns. I think that this derespectful behavior should not overlook and we still have to fight for our dignity as the Rooster and the Dog!
Forgotten is an animated short film that offers a window into the isolation the elderly face when living alone. Drawn using traditional and digital media, it is a timely exploration of loneliness.
A little girl reflects on her last summer with her father at his funeral.
Set on a small island in Japan where the director was born and raised, the film explores the relationship between the death of her father and the bomb storage in the mountain behind the family house.
DIRECTOR’S NOTE
There are regions scattered throughout Japan that have a tradition known as “hone kami,” or “biting the bone.” After the deceased is cremated, certain bones survive the blaze, and fragments of these are eaten as a means of making the deceased a part of oneself, and of overcoming grief and pain. I first learned of this practice as an adult, and was quite shocked by it.
As it happens, there was such a tradition among certain families in my native village. And in my own first experience with death (the death of my father), I was encouraged to eat one of his bones, but could not bring myself to do it. Still very young, I could not come to terms with and accept my father’s death. My memory of that experience is traumatic.
The bone I did not eat stayed with me, as if stuck in my throat, and I found myself unable to express the experience in words nor forget it.
More than a decade has passed since I left my distant and tiny island home at age 15 to live on my own. An old wartime powder magazine still stands on the island I was born on.
The fact that it was an ammunition dump, rather than an air raid shelter, near my childhood home made me feel that I was on the side that imposed death and cruel violence, rather than on the side that was subjected to it.
That fact evokes fear and loathing and a multitude of emotions that are hard to describe in words, but I felt I must own that history. Or rather, that I had already owned it all along.
Reflecting on this experience as an adult, I decided to confront the connection between my father’s bones and the ammunition dump.
The landscape and ocean of my island are teeming with life, and the serenity of nature is always accompanied by nature’s severity. The visual concept of this project is to synthesize natural landscapes and childhood memories by presenting memory as a collection of points.
After a night of drinking into the early hours of the morning, it can become quite difficult to communicate. Our words are slurred and our thoughts are foggy. How can we be understandable, when our words fail us?