On various forms expanded in all directions and a dance by a man in tights.
Naoko had a fight with her brother over a trivial thing and pushed him away. She knew she was childish but she ran away from home.
A boy’s spoon falls on the floor when he is having breakfast. The moment he is trying to pick it up, the boy is thrown into a different world. There he begins the adventure to take his spoon back
A skeleton is tied with red threads and stuck by clay. How much control do we have in our own actions? And what does hinder these actions?
When the mind says aah, the body says hee. I dance around the confusion and the consensus, and my whole life is getting composed of these dances.
A depressed and isolated mind is similar to the sense of floating in the water. Underwater as a man’s mindscape and the real occurrences at the beach are portrayed
A man wanted to escape. He wanted to stay unaware but he found them all.
At the waterside surrounded by factories and waste lives a white frog. It loves a goldfish who also lives in the neighbourhood. Recently the goldfish appears to be in poor health, which worries the frog.
The Little Ship
O nome dele é Tiago
On the motives of Chinese legends. For adults.
A young girl takes it into her head that her mother is taken by her newly born sister. Out of jealousy she hides her baby sister in darkness.
I want to leave home,” a pet fish told a boy one day. The boy reluctantly takes the fish out to the sea to ‘keep his promise,’ as it says. Their recollections on the way became slightly discrepant.
I get up in the morning, prepare myself, wait for a bus, then the train, go to school, and return home. Days go by even while I wonder about, cry, or sleep.
Suffering from her delusion, K tries to depict her disorder in her paintings. In her dream, she finds a frame, which makes her believe that drawing is her destiny.
All of a sudden, a boy starts to play hopscotch. Kicking stone[s] is. . . simply play, but it doesn’t work as simply as it seems. He struggles by the rule he made himself.
A spring night, I walked past a ‘god’. I wonder if it was a cat or a man. Or was it a wind I felt in a slumber? They were certainly there, celebrating the cycle of lives in small ways.
The theme is ‘one continues to live, leaving his trace.’ It is an abstract animation in which movement is done by repetition of pencil drawings and erasure on a piece of paper.
This animation shows how the liquid in a glass erupts, spreads, mixes, and overflows.
Short animated film commissioned by IBM - to illustrate Camille Jordan's concept of topology - the fact that a simple closed curve divides a plane into an inside and an outside.