Director: Lewis Klahr
Lewis Klahr applies Barthe's dictum that ‘camera's are clocks for seeing' in this slippery, sad pop elegy about having lived.
In one wide shot, a tranquil pastorale unfolds in miniature, but narration is never without meta-narrative. ... More »
A dramatic visual interpretation of poetry by Elizabeth Campbell, produced by the Australian Poetry Centre. ... Not in competition ... More »
This perceptual training film disciplines the eye to catch a single frame, an explosion of light, a moment of gesture and timing. ... More »
A day trip to Suffolk to see my friend Ben and his dad Oleg. ... More »
A truly beautiful meditation on the poetics of optics, film and foliage; relax, look, listen, enjoy. ... More »
Picture book fragments rearrange to construct a meditation on colour, texture and form, creating the ‘Exquisite Corpse'. ... More »