Animation film (France / Belgium / Cambodia) 2018
produced by Denis Do
And it seems to me that this is a first that deal with the subject of war / genocide Cambodian (1975-79) in this format (animation) even if there has been a lot of documentary and books. the approach is the angle remains unprecedented so Funan’s interest is directed to a wide audience and tries to write this period of history quite dark. in the life and hard life of a mother (Chou) who lost her 5 year old child during the forced evacuation of Phnom Penh, as well as forced labor in the Khmer countryside, everything is treated with precision. we would have liked more sequences of the family of Chou in Phnom Penh the capital, but it does not last long just a few sequences it’s a shame. the basic and minimalist frame with pretty bright colors to create it is certainly wanted and assumed a distance effect, with the already contained content of this XXth century human tragedy. to see and think about whether this echoes in your lives.
His wisdom my horror.
Verily, verily, I say
unto you, If a man keep my saying, he shall never see death.
Sometimes I feel lonely alone, or alone lonely, sometimes I don't know the difference. Sometimes I feel lonely. And when I have shower in the...
Deep inside the carcass of filthy shambles of shedding champagne and viscid handshakes Among the bulging bodies of the incorporated revolt The...
And their feet were straight feet; and the under sides of their feet were like the feet of oxen; and they were shining like polished brass.
The nine death are the fallen angels of the forgotten churches: and the nine candledicks which thou sawest are the pain in the holy keyholes.
Eine Frau, der alltäglichen Körperwäsche zur abendlichen Stunde nachgehend, in Tücher gewickelt von Kopf bis über die Knie, in der einen Hand eine...
The gods are dead! Once we suppressed And advanced closer to freedom we will have ever been we executed life We decapitated ripped its heart out we...
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my singing whine, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me of my Lap, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Dog in his Face.
He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the lost churches.
Metal Your Day goes MYD And MYD is turning - actually back to its roots, but two steps forward - into a zine now, rather than a fashion label, what...
– You are like a grandpa!
– I feel like a grandpa, everything happens according schedule, like taking pills. My art is my box of pills which keep me sane and sober.
– Good. You need them.
– Yes. But now having said that I feel trapped not free-er.
manufacture culture / do it for our selves / nurture cultivists / connect to collaborate / commit global / create us / dare ugliness!