It’s feels like a vision of a pilgrimage gone south. Desperately looking for the gate in the forgotten lands where only military planes dare to fy. By using gouache painting and their digital processing, animation artist Francesco Rosso imagines two monks rehearsing, fnding perfect pitch which fows through walls and fences, despite their layers. The impulse for this animation comes from an existing musical composition by Karl Saks who recorded Buddhist monks chanting while on a trip to China.
A strange guest changes a middle-aged Siberian man’s life. Absurdity and realism are combined together into a small wooden cabin where there’s no room for hope.
There, where there are no tracks anymore and the fallen trees embrace the rubble, someone sits; in the Indian summer’s crispy grass, and says peace unto himself. Things felt can not be erased, but they fade into wisdom for the future. Maybe it is not earthly this road i have to walk, but how can i know if i am subjected to gravitation.
