Leave Me Alone! (an idea for a short animation)

Remembering his memories from his 12th birthday playing with his friends, the Man and the Woman talk to each other while the table is getting prepared for celebrating his birthnight.

The light sparkles everywhere. They both stop talking as we get further from them. Here is a cake, two chairs and a table which has being prepared for two. There sits just a man staring at the candle in the dark. The music box is singing Happy Birthday for him. The lights go on and off in his world and he still waits for her to come through the door so they both can fly.

Fiche-moi la paix…

-Viens! Regarde! Ils sont cachés ici.

-Ralenti! Ralenti!

-Ralenti! Ralenti!

-Écoute-moi quand je te parle.

-Fiche-moi la paix…

Unable to Speak

Life of a Puppeteer

I'm working on a puppet animation for the first time and I'm dealing with a photo project at the same time. It's the beginning of an idea about a puppeteer's effort to integrate into the puppet's world in order to make the puppet live the way she does. These photos are the first tests.

SEE YOU SOON! (part2)

I don’t remember how I got attracted to small objects. I know that all of a sudden I started to collect the small version of everything I was thinking about. That was a kind of visualizing my inner world, this time with miniature objects. I used to live with my paintings and my painted characters but for some reason I could never talk to them the way I needed to. Perhaps we did not belong to the same world. They were two dimensional and I had an extra dimension!!!

I started to miniaturize some of the characters of my stories, so I bought some toys; a plane, a yellow bus, a baby and some toy-men. I’ve read it somewhere that little children start to learn how to communicate with the real world through playing with toys. Now I speak with my miniature world. I don’t have the habit to talk about myself that much but I talk about my miniatures with my friends very often. I even shop for them as I do for myself. Someone told me that I need to talk and trust or I’ll never get back to who I used to be. That was how I’ve started to take a new look at the world and the people around me. I feel something is lingering in the air. But I need to restart all over again from the very beginning in the far far past; as far as the beginning of my childhood.

SEE YOU SOON! (part 1)

I don’t remember how I got attracted to small objects. I know that all of a sudden I started to collect the small version of everything I was thinking about. That was a kind of visualizing my inner world, this time with miniature objects. I used to live with my paintings and my painted characters but for some reason I could never talk to them the way I needed to. Perhaps we did not belong to the same world. They were two dimensional and I had an extra dimension!!!

If I were yellow I would fly so high!

He was getting further and further , moving his hands up and down in the air. The doctor told me : “ Take very good care of him! These characters believe they can fly.”

It seems too be such a long time ago, but it’s not so far. We used to pass over a bridge near my house, me pretending to be a yellow mini-bus. I remember my mom was telling me :” just take the yellow mini-bus and You’ll be safe!”.

I was sliding as a yellow mini-bus. I was unconsciously feeling pure and happy in my new role. He was looking at the bridge thinking silently : “it’s too big, too far. She can’t reach there unless she flies.”

“They think they even have the power to stop a fast , big bus.” ,said the doctor as he was asking me to stop right there on the bridge. And of course I went on fast and faster than I could and I was getting smaller and smaller when I heard someone saying: “Look! What a nice little toy there ! It looks like an old yellow mini-bus”.

As a toy , I had to stop.

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Here swims a Dolphin, mute and slow. She’s big and fat and slow. She needs a bus .The bus is here ,blue and white, no yellow anymore. She takes the bus. She doesn’t say anything. She cant’ say anything. She‘s a Dolphin.
Passing under the bridge in the new blue bus, the Dolphin saw him again. A Yellow, flying wide in the sky, light, peaceful and safe….. “Bye bye yellow bus. I knew you could fly .Pass over my bridge .I’m deep down in water .I belong to the blue .I’ll go for the other bus”

Il y a trois vérités :

ma vérité, ta vérité et la vérité.

Tiermo Bokar

Side by side

Sky

The planes were passing above our home all the time. We used to run after them knowing that we would never reach them, hoping that one day we will become strong enough to fly high and depart.
The game was over. We were looking back at our footsteps crying out: "You just kill for fun"

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Le passé semble révolu, mais son essence reste gravée à jamais.



The past seems to have departed but in essence it will linger forever.

Le Départ

Le Félin

Inspiration No. 2 basée sur le thème : La Tromperie
Inspiration No. 2 based on : Deception

La dance

La première inspiration pour un film d’animation, Basée sur le thème : Oublier et Pardonner.
First inspiration for an animation based on : Forgive and Forget

Un jour, Un héro

Nous désirons rester inconnus a la curiosité de celle qui nous aiment.

René Char

I call him Pavarotti (3)

These are some pf the frames from the last series of me and Pavarotti. I made a very short animation test afterwards about their story and that was all.