Category Archives: stop motion animation

Are going to the party?

Whenever i choose to go out in public with friends (mostly just to keep myself from becoming a goblin) i always end up having a great time because of them. However, the whole process of meeting people that will probably never share anything besides a few blurred sentences; dressing a certain way to complement the caged arena; head-bobbing/bouncing to a song that loops the off-key voice of a lady that may/may not be under the spell of an auto-tune; all the while im trying to consume as much alcohol as possible to ease awkward eye-contact sequences with my bartender…yeaa, that process just doesn’t appeal to me.
Lindsay Scoggins has actually simplified this whole process through a range of edited/juxtaposed mammals in her video “party animals”; which serves as the promo for the contemporary art show curated by her as well. This girl is a pro at beat-editing, and quite the master of contemporary satirical content. Check out her YouTube channel if you haven’t done so already.

***Also, many thanxs to Jay for introducing me to the term “goblin”; which i will shamelessly abuse in future posts***


Lost Things

One of the main reasons i praise stop-motion animation is because of it’s endless possibilities. Stop-motion has a way of getting away with fluid movement and minimal cuts/frames that never ceases to impress me. In the old days, animation studios like soyszmultfilm would accomplish stop motion by putting together a model, taking a shot with a film camera, moving it a bit, taking another shot, and another shot and so on. When i look at how stop-motion has changed, i realize that the procedure still remains intact, but it has advanced incredibly in terms of storyline and the tools used to execute it.

Similar to Oren Lavies “Morning Elegance”, Alison Sudol wrote the piece of music specifically for this short film written and directed by Angela Kohler.

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Chaos is so necessary in a daily routine, that lacking such can really push anyone into a deep state of autopilot. The beautifully distorted view in this video paints a chaotic dreamworld in a state of numbness. Wanting to break out into dabs of watercolor, the lyrics complement human silhouettes while stopping/replaying movements. Without losing the human-like component, visuals manage to submerge the viewer into a wonderfully surreal dimension composed through cinematography. The feeling of craving that bit of chaos is overwhelmingly shattered, overlaid, and distorted for a whole 4 minutes and 19 seconds.


This year has been an incredible source of inspiration for myself, and i believe also my surroundings. Living life in the present moment, not worrying about things that can be solved through intangible purchases or monetary exchange. The personal bonds we’ve built along the lines of this fickle life will be what is carried on to the next. In 2011, i plan on making these already built foundations into the tall and solid skyscrapers they are. I will remember this year as the wind that changed my path; a path that has proven to be/will be, nothing short of incredible. With that conclusion, I leave you all with my warmest regards and wishes for paving/changing your very own path in 2011, make it a memorable one.

“We Own The Sky” By M83. Directed by Alex Takacs and Joe Nankin of Young Replicant. D.Photog. Adam Kauper. A perfect blend of imaginative cinematography and special effects portraying life as we know it; full of emotions, ups and downs, climaxes and tribulations.

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“One of he most powerful visions I have experienced was the first photograph of the earth from outer space. The image of a blue planet floating in deep space, glowing like the full moon on a clear night, brought home powerfully to me the recognition that we are indeed all members of a single family – sharing one little house.”
-Dalai Lama ( Tenzin Gyatso )

A friend recently posted this quote on the almighty social networking monster that is facebook and it really got my brain buzzing. I don’t remember the last time i experienced something of such oracular magnitude. Which brings me to my next point, our human spirit has in lots of ways decreased in value. Our popular culture has such convenient accessibility to geography without distance, history without time, value without weight, transactions without cash; that in turn, it has dematerialized anything with true value. The human element, for instance; its in this day and age considered a replaceable object.
The capital leading interests of our generation seem to be: forcing up productivity, and shedding as many unprofitable tasks as possible, which in turn has delaminated the only constant thing we posses; the human spirit. We want more, more, and more of what isn’t truly fulfilling/important. Yes, facebook condenses time like no other living/breathing thing by bringing you real-time updates on whether/not your neighbor went to work this morning, and if he did, how much traffic is he encountering, or where he checked in to have his 2 o’ clock coffee. But can all of these replace the value of a vis-à-vis human conversation?
Unlike the perplexing experience one would encounter on a trip to the moon involving all human senses, we are now experiencing things through the palm of our hands; introducing a false experience through new and improved fabricated senses. I posted Eskmo’s most recent video, animated by artist CYRIAK. This guy is truly a hidden manic gem in the animation world. He uses everything from hindu connotations to capitalist and surrealist mario world politics. The song itself is short and simple, with a beat that could make cows tip over. In many ways, i feel the artist expresses his frustration through repetition. Like Eskimo’s sound-hacked simple statement “we got more”, CYRIAK’s animation is simple but powerful enough to compose a valid statement.

“Hello, I am Cyriak from 100 years into the future, where I have been exhumed and sent backwards in time via cyberspace in order to welcome you to the unabridged contents of my brain-damaged imagination”

of life’s algorithms

As intelligent beings, we constantly reject figures of asymmetrical nature because of aesthetic purposes, same applies to mathematical equations. In the book of life, we are presented with a series of equations. These equations are followed by logical solutions; which one can deliver from carefully sought out formulas. As we read this book, we find ourselves unprepared for an indecipherable method. When life’s pages call forth ambiguity and dismisses logic, something truly genuine happens. We suddenly remember the mystery that is the unsolved LIVING equation of every living/breathing organism that falls under an infinite algorithm. We suddenly recall the smell of wet grass, or that soft baby head smell that concludes in a smile. I know, im being poetically intrusive again, but these configurations aren’t part of logical equations. These insignificant details are what makes life’s statement impossible to decode.
I posted one of my favorite videos directed by Henrik Christensen and sang/composed by danish duo Trolle//Siebenhaar, which animates life in all it’s simplicity. Noting the literal reference, I especially enjoy listening to this song with my dogs; whom i believe dismiss algorithms to enjoy the curious breeze flowing through an open car window.

SN: I seem to be fascinated with Emerson’s writings lately. He pours his words down a blank sheet with the flow of intuitivism.
“Trust thyself: Every heart vibrates to that iron string”

of Stars & Satellites

Composed and glorified by pop culture; is it a natural phenomenon, or just an artificial fabrication? I feel we’ve lost that dream-like quality to believe in myths, like the ones surrounding stars and bedtime stories. We’ve demystified such to the point of classifying the brightest as an artificial satellite. I fear that my generation believes in shooting stars that leave no trails, or objects that blink/change course of direction rapidly without giving chance for a closer look. This age believes in things; things that aren’t characterizing our human potential; things that exist within our sect/culture that do not reach beyond a mechanical reenactment of consciousness. Label me a professional escapist if you wish, but i like to admire stars at night. I like the fact that they are out of my existential reach; suspended, staring back at me while illuminating the path back to my warm bed.

I always play this tune when i feel i’ve lost something: a spark, a moment of brilliant imagery, my underwear. Regardless of what i label as a “loss”, stars are the one thing i’ll never lose. You see, they are always there. Even if they’re artificial satellites in orbit, in my eyes they’ll always be clusters of imagination and tradition.