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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

A Short Stop Motion Video Test With Wire Frame Puppets

Yet another video test of stop motion techniques--My second attempt in this genre and a bit funky but I hope not without some charm. All puppets and sets were constructed by me, principally with pulped papier-mache and natural materials such as twigs and moss.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Cut Paper Animation Test Video

The following a silent test of an animation with my cut paper puppets, made in a springtime afternoon using an old door as background on the floor of a friend's tiny living room---camera duct taped in place and me doing the contortion dance to make all the articulations amongst the throng of objects. It's a very funky but fun view with much shifting movement and scotch tape visible on the puppets---'nuff said. Hum the jazz standard "Fly Me to the Moon" if you feel in need of a soundtrack...

(Note: The still seen here appears pixellated but the images are relatively clear when you press play and watch on the small screen--it's definitely not a quality version in full screen but at least quick to load and play---This is a first for me so any helpful advice gladly accepted!)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Sometimes sleep urgently demands an end to night time travels even though in an unfamiliar landscape obscured by darkness. On a spring night early last year I stopped and slept at the foot of a hill crowned by a spot lighted Romanesque church, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. In the morning I discovered that in reality I'd had quite a lot of neighbors---of the quiet type. This eleventh century church was surrounded by a small city of the dead.
Many of the oldest graves were sliding over the hillside, cracked open as though ready to spill their mysterious contents into the fresh spring air. Even the more solid and lavish 19th century mausoleums were missing window glass, providing an unusual glimpse of their long undisturbed interiors, small chapels filled with ornate wire and bead wreaths, crumbling flowers and saints' statues buried under a felt-like layer of dust. In an urban setting these vintage beaded wreaths might have already been looted since they are a popular item with some antique collectors of a more savvy Gothic bent. In this out of the way place they rest as they have for years, an evocative testament to ancient griefs coupled with a fascinating view of a traditional French memorial craft now on the verge of extinction.

After exploring the cemetery I crossed an ancient medieval bridge across swift flowing water---into the realm of the living---an exceedingly charming tiny hamlet enfolded in a newly green leaved wood.