Posts tagged ‘Animation’

May 23, 2012

Hedgehog in the Fog — Yuri Norstein

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May 22, 2012

Malice in Wonderland — Vince Collins

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April 25, 2012

N + 2 — Ivan Maximov

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April 21, 2012

“The Unicorn in the Garden” — James Thurber

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April 16, 2012

Bill Plympton’s Simpsons Couch Gag

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April 15, 2012

“Well, the evening began at the Gentleman’s club, where we were discussing Wittgenstein over a game of backgammon”

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February 7, 2012

The Life of Charles Dickens (BBC)

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December 23, 2011

An Animated Christmas Card from Maurice Sendak

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Maurice Sendak’s animated intro for the 1977 film Simple Gifts was based on an earlier design for a Christmas card  by the artist:

(Image and info via the very cool Michael Sporn Animation blog, with a hat tip to Jescie for sending me the link).

November 30, 2011

“Spider” — Carson Mell

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September 27, 2011

The Animator — Nick Hilligoss

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The Animator by Nick Hilligoss

I haven’t been able to find the artist/s behind this marvelous little film. I’d appreciate it if anyone who knows could tell me.

August 10, 2011

“Hibachi” — J. Robert Lennon/Benk

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From the latest Electric Literature

For our new Single Sentence Animation, J. Robert Lennon has chosen a sentence from his story “Hibachi” that depicts a turning point in Phillip and Evangeline’s marriage: the night she reveals she is one furious Hibachi master.

The sentence: “And then, with a motion so swift and subtle it was hard to be certain that it had happened, she pulled a wooden match from a pocket, scraped it against the exhaust hood, and set the onion alight. “

Single Sentence Animations are creative collaborations. The writer selects a favorite sentence from his or her work and the animator creates a short film in response.

Animation and sound by Benk.

July 29, 2011

Destino, Salvador Dali’s Disney Film

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May 30, 2011

The Bookworm — Harman & Ising

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February 24, 2011

“A Fable for the Living” — Single Sentence Animation

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Info–

Kim Young Ha animates this otherworldly sentence from Kevin Brockmeier’s “A Fable for the Living,” featured in Electric Literature No. 5. The sentence reads: “She watched them flare and shimmer through their skin, their bones going off like bombs, every limb a magnificent firework of carbon, phosphorus, and calcium.” Single Sentence Animations are creative collaborations. The writer selects a favorite sentence from his or her work and the animator creates a short film in response. Electric Literature is an anthology of short fiction dedicated to reinvigorating the short story using new media and innovative distribution. Visit us at http://www.electricliterature.com/

January 28, 2011

Deb Olin Unferth Reads Her Short Story “Deb Olin Unferth”

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November 2, 2010

Single Sentence Animation from Ben Stroud’s “Byzantium”

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Peter Lundren animates a sentence from Ben Stroud’s short story “Byzantium,” published in Electric Literature No. 4. Music by William “Lucky” Lee.

The sentence reads: “There I would watch others taking their pleasure—keeping to the shadows, my hand hidden, as I studied a chariot racer leaning into a prostitute, her leg wrapped round his torso, or libertines goading a gilded crocodile in the bearpit, their bodies slurred by powders from the east.”

October 14, 2010

“Three Figures and a Dog” — Roberto Ransom (A Single Sentence Animation by Andre da Loba)

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Andre da Loba animates a sentence from Roberto Ransom’s “Three Figures and a Dog.” Published in Electric Literature No. 4. Here’s the first paragraph–

He liked to be in the chapel at dawn, and also in the afternoon when something similar, though not identical, occurred. For that to happen, he had to leave home when his wife got up to milk the cow. He’d finally wake himself up by putting his hand into the bucket next to the well and wiping his face. He usually carried a loaf of bread, a piece of onion, and sometimes a little cheese, wrapped in a handkerchief. He’d leave his brushes, pencils, paints, and other tools in a corner of the chapel, behind some stones that hadn’t been used during its construction. He didn’t paint at that hour. He was waiting for the right color. He’d observe the sky and mix paints in a small clay vessel, smudging them with his finger, measuring quantities, adding water or oil or, on one occasion, wine. He imagined that if the wine was his blood and the blue of the sky he was seeking was the Virgin’s color, and the Virgin was his mother and if he and the Virgin were of the same blood, then maybe…

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