The Weavers of Nishijin

Filmed in August of 2015 at The Stone in New York City, Kayo Dot performed their debut album Choirs Of The Eye in its entirety for a group of fewer than 75 fans.

A dark and visceral journey. A language that tears apart the morbid nature of the dead-old primal human eyes. No warning was given. No mercy was shown.

During WWII, the Japanese army developed experimental balloons able to cross the Pacific Ocean and reach the West Coast of North America in 3-6 days. Armed with explosives, they were given the code name fu-go, or fusen bakudan (“fire balloons,” or balloon bombs) in an attempt to instill a culture of fear like that caused by the far more deadly American firebombing of Japanese cities. The U.S. responded by enacting a censorship campaign, requesting newspapers avoid reports of fu-go landings or sightings. Living near the remains of a fu-go launch site in Fukushima Prefecture, Takeuchi mimics their flight take-off using a drone camera, and, traveling to North America, follows their arrival across the shoreline and rural landscapes, using a bat’s echolocation as narrative device to place fu-go and Fukushima as echos across history.

I killed two fish for this project, and made them suffer as little as possible, in order to film them and in order to eat them. Attempting to uncover something about either the natural process(killing and eating) or the more removed process(filming and editing), in an experimental entanglement.

"I was visiting Jerome Hill. Jerome loved France, especially Provence. He spent all his summers in Cassis. My window overlooked the sea. I sat in my little room, reading or writing, and looked at the sea. I decided to place my Bolex exactly at the angle of light as what Signac saw from his studio which was just behind where I was staying, and film the view from morning till after sunset, frame by frame. One day of the Cassis port filmed in one shot." -JM

This is a surrealistic documentary with a strong format which is based on the point of view of author. Tan can't fall in sleep in the night, is that because too noisy in the world, or it's just her thoughts bothering herself? It seems life itself it's a mixture with the reality and the dreams.

A docudrama about art and creativity; based on modern art gallery in Tehran and its founder Jazeh Tabatabai.

A short experimental film dedicated to Polish artist Wacław Szpakowski (1883–1973).

Architectural distortions of the second city.

This Petersburg you will not see on the covers of glossy magazines and advertising brochures. This city is ghosted and brutal, and it is inhabited by very different, often very gloomy people.

Hauntology of the Retrodromomania is an essayistic motion picture, a locomotory legwork, a deambulatory non-rural land survey, a casual journeying in a punctual dissertation around the phenomenon of the nostalgic feeling, discoursing on a late capitalistic landscape of social emotions, which are of yore, yet coloured of the postmodern tint of pixelated neo-noir, a socio-philosophical flâneur’s trip in critical theory escorted by the spirits of French post-structuralists. For a Sociology of Nostalgia revisited.

The long flights of spacecraft have been in the past, as well as the chronicle of accomplishments. Snatches of memory bring to us the fragments of those memories that are confused and do not leave a coherent and consistent trace. All in the past. But was it really ?!

#13, glancing, or avoiding.

A film searching for life.

"as work in progress: treasures found in the streams around me."

Safe places to view from.

Spring comes every year and brings us hope for recovery and development. But time is inexorable and fleeting. Not for everyone will come next spring ...

Ivan Ladislav hides a true chamber of wonders behind the clear, mathematically abstract structure of his films and videos, meticulously compiled rhythmically frame for frame, each work likewise presenting an analysis of the film medium. Concealed therein, culled from deep in the medium’s prehistory, are hermetic parallel universes in whose number ranges and symbolic spaces, Galeta’s precisely constructed film compositions find a formalist anchor.

A piano player is able to perform a Chopin piece backwards and Galeta will film it backwards and forwards creating four different variations of a movement bound to time.

I spent a day inside a small abandoned military fort by the sea. With the tide went up and down, I appeared and disappeared into the water.