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 »
As the menacing relics of war return to the soil, abstract vision is in eerie harmony with atmospheric sound. ... More »
Gravity is added to a commonplace room with choreographed slow motion, simultaneously filling and emptying it. ... More »
A truly beautiful meditation on the poetics of optics, film and foliage; relax, look, listen, enjoy. ... More »
A day trip to Suffolk to see my friend Ben and his dad Oleg. ... 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 »