As part two to our Transformatorhuis Short Film Festival, Asian Movie Night is sharing our student selection for one more month!
After receiving many wonderful entries we have come to our final selection of films from all over Artez students (and beyond!) Our goal with these films is to show variety in expression, perspective and style from designers, artists and storytellers from all over our academy!
The films will be running from the 5th of March till the 4th of April at Stichting Omstand’s Transformatorhuis, located at the corner of Rietgrachtstraat and Broekstraat, a public screening where everyone is welcome to drop by and take a look! Loosely split into two parts, the 35 minute program is best to see after dusk (after 18.00)!
Nicoline Vink “Vla”
With the one minute movie Vla I want to investigate the experience of filmic temporality and the experiences of duration. By focussing on an absolutely ordinary action, zooming in and staying still we notice qualities that normally remain unnoticed. The subject becomes abstract and takes on an aesthetic quality.
Vla slows us down, demands awareness as an alternative to the relentless stream of moving images we are confronted with on (social) media. With this movie I’m playing with the idea of "purpose" in a film scene, in life.
Laura, my baby is a project that explores what elements of voyeuristic culture were pushed away by the introduction of the webcam. Pre-webcam voyeurism was very connected to niche and personal fetishes, to get in contact with the material you had to be intimately close to its experience. I chose to focus on the fetish of cars, so I went out at night to record myself touching cars and massaging them with baby oil. Originally the videos are shown in a sculpture consisting of a screen and a gasoline motor that runs while the video is playing.
The work is about trying to rediscover and reconnect with your inner child. Meeting the grief, the discomfort for the loss of time, the loss of older versions of ourselves, the loss
of innocence. The works talks about several questions. Do we feel grief for time passing, do we feel grief for the child we used to be? Can you break free of influence, can you meet the mindset, the existence you used to have? Can you ever truly go home.
The film Hidden Breath explores the idea of unexpected or undetected life. Humans often find themselves in spaces that have been specially designed for them (think of houses, schools, shops, etc.). However, this does not mean that this space is theirs alone. Hidden Breath visualizes the imagination of life that is there, but is not always visible. A building does not stand still, it always breathes. Breathing stories from the past, breathing the fungi, insects and mice that live inside. Humans are not at the center of the space they have created for themselves, they are part of a life cycle that moves within it.
The story of a lonesome traveller in the island of Santorini and his confrontation with his inner fears. The video is dedicated to the women I met during this (inner) journey: Filia Milidaki, Maggie Cassidy, Anna Karadimou, Marilena Stafylidou, Eirini Skaroglou, Monica Santimaria.
Thanks for helping me to control my fears during this (inner) journey Natasha Zagkli and Sara Sánchez Alcañiz.
i stumbled across a live stream of a bridge in miyazu bay. when a ship passes, the bridge rotates. as i watched people passing by, a man would always stand in the middle when the bridge rotates. just like i came across this bridge in miyazu bay on the internet, he comes across the revolving world on the rotating bridge. i began the habit of watching and recording the live stream every day. i was surprised to notice that whenever the bridge was about to rotate, the man would always look at his watch and walk to the bridge - he seems to maintain this habit of rotating with the bridge as well.
When the light moves west, and dusk sets its place, I lay down, looking through the fragmented glass ceiling, crystallized above me, staring at the pale blue sky, there, my eyes are fixed while my mind wanders around, reflecting, re-visioning, replaying all that has happened through the passing hours, it’s my moment of calm, which depth is anchored in something dark, something heavy, something anxious, I close my eyes to let it all go while I dream to hope and stretch my hands to something more palpable, to become less dark and more light, seeking for forms that touch me.