Happy Holidays guys! Here it’s been a disaster all over so far but we’retrying to look on the bright sides!This is a little film I made for my mom,it’s based ton the motions of big flocks of stearlings.
We’re leaving to Annecy ans Switzerland soon, wish us luck!
Spotted! Looks like Z. got he’s vision cleared, and a whole new set of charms.
A 4 eyed Christmas miracle?
Found Via 2left2right, yours truely had had no clue…
Despite the cast situation last night went well! I was projecting on a water curtain! Good lookin’!
I had made a bunch o’ real abstract looking loops as some type shouting ”eat the rich”. I’ll upload the non mixed quicktimes later….
Zachary helped me a ton moving around and setting up. Then we got interviewed in some weird staircases.
Rory and Marie came for a little bit, (Marie is so much cuter that in this photo! even thow cotton balls in mouth are always a plus) but i was so wrapped up trying to do my job that I barely talked to them! Sorry guys. Bruno Vincet and Tom also shoewd up, with a bunch peolpe from Gobelins. They are hilarious! I like this new Bach of Gobelins people.
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Once again thank you Giada!
Goodmorning! Here I’m sipping coffee/listening to Chopin Funeral March/Discovering new Multimedia Aritsts through miss Giada who’s also pretty fucking amazing and who only posts quality stuff on here facebook.
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I LOVE that dress AND I have a broken foot! If you know what I mean.
Surprisingly the foot is still broken, and still hurting very much.
I’m laying in the bed sideways feeling the blood pressure like a thousend of tiny little needles.
The foot is still here still broken.
Last night I didn’t want to fall asleep utiill I remembered this scottish lullaby my mom used to sing me. We are not scottish, but my mom has the great ability to pick and choose what she likes from different cultures and incorporate each element in her own blend of living.
Here are the lyrics:
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean’s a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.
Many’s the lad fought on that day,
Well the Claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead in Culloden’s field.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.
Burned are their homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.
Tom Schroeder, my teacher and friend, used to talk often about Igor Kovalyov. With much respect, almost a sort of fear.
I might be wrong.
Some films I’ve seen at Annecy over the Years and I just re-Found through Tom’s Links. All over Tom!
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