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 »
This perceptual training film disciplines the eye to catch a single frame, an explosion of light, a moment of gesture and timing. ... More »
The soul of the city can be held in your hands. Poetry by Dorothy Porter produced by the Australian Poetry Centre. ... Not in competition ... More »
Picture book fragments rearrange to construct a meditation on colour, texture and form, creating the ‘Exquisite Corpse'. ... More »
A day trip to Suffolk to see my friend Ben and his dad Oleg. ... More »
Gravity is added to a commonplace room with choreographed slow motion, simultaneously filling and emptying it. ... More »