David Carter, the man who put the POP into POP-UP with One Red Dot. Here, 600 black spots slip, spin, swirl and slide their way across the page in a book that will delight young and old alike.
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555 KUBIK | facade projection | from urbanscreen on Vimeo.
555 KUBIK
The conception of this project consistently derives from its underlying architecture – the theoretic conception and visual pattern of the Hamburg Kunsthalle. The Basic idea of narration was to dissolve and break through the strict architecture of O. M. Ungers “Galerie der Gegenwart”. Resultant permeabilty of the solid facade uncovers different interpretations of conception, geometry and aesthetics expressed through graphics and movement. A situation of reflexivity evolves – describing the constitution and spacious perception of this location by means of the building itself.
Production: urbanscreen.com
Art Direction: Daniel Rossa – rossarossa.de
Technical Director: Thorsten Bauer
3D Operator: David Starmann shineundsein.de
Sound Design : Jonas Wiese
Realized with mxwendler.net mediaserver
A extended version of this documentation can be found here: vimeo.com/5677104
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Website: http://www.guilherme.tv/tyger/
An absolutely magical short by Guilherme Marcondes of Brazil, based on a William Blake poem (see below). Tyger blends puppetry, illustration, photography and CGI. Dreamy, mesmerizing, brilliant.
THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)
By William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
1794
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