tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20432559606803450642024-03-13T23:39:51.745-07:00The City Breath ProjectCity Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-2001762234798050352010-10-27T16:11:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:31:47.213-07:00CITY BREATH trailer<div style="text-align: center;"><b>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta charset="utf-8"><b>4 South African cities. 20 experimental films. 4 mins each.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"A breath of fresh air"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cue, National Arts Festival, Grahamstown, South Africa</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Whichever film you watched, it's unlikely that you would have ever seen anything like it before."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cue, National Arts Festival, Grahamstown, South Africa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>
<br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"I was sweating with epiphanies", </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Smart big art in a small genre".</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">John R Leo, Director, Comparative Literature Program, University of Rhode Island, USA.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-19204550163504111742010-05-16T11:02:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:33:33.363-07:00City Girl<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/S_A0oflcqgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lUcI_oQ_kv0/s1600/citygirl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/S_A0oflcqgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lUcI_oQ_kv0/s320/citygirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471931417533131266" border="0" /></a><br />Cape Town<br />Director / editor: Niklas Zimmer<br />Camera: James Tayler<br />Performer: Catherine Scott<br />Voices: Katherine Bull, Deborah Poynton, Renate Meyer<br />1'00’’<br />2009<br /><br />Sitting naked on her balcony, a woman blurs the line between public and private space, exploring both her comfort and discomfort in the city. She muses about why she likes living there and how it empowers her, as well as increases her sense of vulnerability.<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6ZiwonGVZFc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-61582846504432239242010-05-16T10:51:00.000-07:002011-08-24T08:26:39.635-07:00Fragmented<span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/S_AxnMyXFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/89Aal37IZLY/s1600/fragmented.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/S_AxnMyXFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/89Aal37IZLY/s320/fragmented.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471928096772265570" border="0" /></a>Cape Town
<br />Co-director / Poet / Choreographer: Khanyisile Mbongwa
<br />Co-director / Camera / editor: James Tayler
<br />Performers: Zenande Mankayi, Nicole Olsen
<br />4'53’’
<br />2009
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<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">In Cape Town, a city divided along race and class lines, two women can't quite meet and can't quite let go. One gay, one straight, one black, one coloured, the spaces they inhabit connect them, and yet become the thing that separates them from each other. "Fragmented" is a dance poem about the physical and psychological identity of women in the city. They dance in urban spaces marked by masculine architecture that denies the organic curves of their bodies. They venture into marginal areas in which they are subject to intimidation or violation, areas marked by gang graffitti where only men walk safely. Their silhouettes become windows into the cityscape, in a film that dreams of a place where, in a line from the hushed internal monologue of the poem, "I forget your sex and your skin colour".
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In the midst of the bustle of constrained living spaces in the city, privacy becomes a necessity but isn’t always a given. The city has eyes; it covers and uncovers and someone is always watching- hidden or revealed. Using the poem “Corner Café” by Gary Cummiskey, as its premise, (Un)veiling looks at the fine line between seeing, being seen and not seeing.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/viMzwVWXrR8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-68931179475748726772009-06-19T12:30:00.000-07:002011-07-30T16:12:33.936-07:00Circles<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJvvMQW47I/AAAAAAAAABk/ke7VCDXpmyE/s1600-h/Circles+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJvvMQW47I/AAAAAAAAABk/ke7VCDXpmyE/s320/Circles+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319436966412346290" border="0" /></a>Cape Town<br />Writer / director: Terry Westby-Nunn<br />01’54’’<br />2009<br /><br />The circle is a prevalent symbol within the city - hardwired for signage, transport and mechanical efficiency. Our lives are ordered by the circle, both externally and internally. This video poem asks viewers whether they too are running rings around their city lives.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-JiI0JETHX4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-32819698186024060122009-06-18T12:04:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:57:33.395-07:00I walk the street with loose parts<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJqC0T_XAI/AAAAAAAAABc/tp3OkCncDkM/s1600-h/LOUISE+STILL+01+small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJqC0T_XAI/AAAAAAAAABc/tp3OkCncDkM/s320/LOUISE+STILL+01+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319430706512747522" border="0" /></a>Cape Town<br />Choreographer: Louise Coetzer<br />Editor: Eben Smal<br />Cinematography: Oscar O'Ryan<br />Director: Ryan Kruger<br />Music: Gustav Stutterheim<br />Producer: Adrian Hogan<br />04'00''<br />2008<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">A dance film inspired by Deborah Steinmair’s poem <a href="http://citybreathproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream-weaver.html">Dream Weaver</a>. We spend so much time living past one another, we become so caught up in our own small spaces. What is beautiful to see is the strict contrast between a space which normally carries a mass of human traffic, and then to see it empty and deserted. So many of the buildings we surround ourselves with function only from sunrise to sunset and yet there are endless stories to imagine in those spaces after hours. This for me is truly the city alive, with a breath and heart beat that slows down as the day draws to an end. – Louise Coetzer</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t7DvGntoywg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-35582810014542070062009-04-01T11:42:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:34:05.904-07:00Between<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdO3YuX1jGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NMdo4ptCBi4/s1600-h/between.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdO3YuX1jGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NMdo4ptCBi4/s320/between.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319797220247440482" border="0" /></a>Johannesburg<br />Artist / poet: Colleen Alborough<br />Sound artist / voice: João Orecchia<br />2'51’’<br />2009<br /><br />Between is an exploration of Johannesburg city space. It considers how daily movement through exterior city space infiltrates and affects your interior world. Between tracks a turbulent journey along a tarred road. It traces the tarmac and the road-markings along the way. Its pace is fast and creates a disorienting viewing experience, as the road-markings and sounds are animated in sync with the speed of the journey. It explores the pace of Johannesburg and the constant, dizzying speed that embodies our way of being in this city.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pF5Krpx0tXE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-82156738074816677142009-03-31T14:12:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:37:45.979-07:00This Place Forever (excerpt)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKHrhVRncI/AAAAAAAAADk/7YBA8LGFdYA/s1600-h/001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKHrhVRncI/AAAAAAAAADk/7YBA8LGFdYA/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319463291629706690" border="0" /></a>Pretoria<br />Artist / director: Fabian Oliver Wargau<br />Composer: Hedley Vincent<br />2009<br /><br />This excerpt from This Place Forever is a broken debate between two twenty-somethings about insecurity, love affairs and the environment of the city. The video drastically abbreviates their reflections on the permanence versus non-permanence of life as well as compatibility versus incompatibility between people, becoming in itself something transitory, to be used like the city. The film draws on a combination of poetic visual texts which are displayed as subtitles against the raw sound of passing vehicles and the hushed underlying original score.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yeNUxW3AXtw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-78082659572172559842009-03-31T14:08:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:40:25.322-07:00To those who belongs the earth shall belong the sky up to the heavens<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKGvQ95KRI/AAAAAAAAADc/cYPOEVOG-BY/s1600-h/maaike+bakker-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKGvQ95KRI/AAAAAAAAADc/cYPOEVOG-BY/s320/maaike+bakker-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462256444516626" border="0" /></a>Pretoria<br />Artist / director: Maaike Bakker<br />Sound: Christian Henn<br />1’46’’<br />2009<br /><br />In this stop motion video of sky scenery embedded with text, the sky becomes a new intangible landscape, an extension of the city. In focusing on the constant search for unchartered territory, the video deals with the theme of the cities limitless and constant transformation. It investigates the old roman principle “Cuius est solum, eius est usque ad caelum et ad inferos“, which roughly translated states: ”To those who belongs the earth..(shall belong the sky up to the heavens)”. The video refers to the city in terms of its never-ending evolvement, to the extent where the only remaining space for development is above us, in the sky. It addresses and simultaneously satirises the rapid course of society’s progress in terms of spatial development.<br /><br />The sound for the video was created by Christian Henn, only making use of air driven<br /><div style="text-align: center;">instruments, a pedal organ and an accordion.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_Mi7E1gLAJY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-14886567592980833772009-03-31T14:03:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:14:50.356-07:00Jackson 5<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKFlY_4K-I/AAAAAAAAADU/oy41hKe5L7U/s1600-h/still9.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKFlY_4K-I/AAAAAAAAADU/oy41hKe5L7U/s320/still9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319460987290004450" border="0" /></a>Johannesburg<br />Artist / director: Sean Buch<br />Camera / editor: Emma Jane Laurence<br />Sound: DJ Yoji a.k.a Simon Tollman<br />2’ 50’’<br />2009<br /><br />Graffiti artists attempt to create a private space within the city through the act of tagging, writing their pseudonym in public space. Painting is considered by many to be a cloistered process executed in a studio or private space. This video, inspired by hip-hop and graffiti culture, plays on the tensions of the a painter’s public and private identity, and his relationship to the cities of Gauteng. The title Jackson 5 makes reference both to the American Abstract Expressionist artist Jackson Pollock and the Pop group of the 60s and 70s.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pbL7MwfT3Tc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-29238402606659459402009-03-31T13:59:00.001-07:002011-07-30T15:43:15.352-07:00waitless<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKE52G5blI/AAAAAAAAADM/WNxKyAcbzD4/s1600-h/Waitless+Final+Mix.Copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKE52G5blI/AAAAAAAAADM/WNxKyAcbzD4/s320/Waitless+Final+Mix.Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319460239189831250" border="0" /></a><br />Cape Town<br />Choreographer / director: Ananda Fuchs<br />4’40’’<br />2009<br /><br />Three women sit in an empty suburban swimming pool: one who speaks the other’s mind, one who translates into her lover’s language and one whose mind is being spoken. They are all suspended in waiting. The film uses the words from the Leonard Cohen poem, “Dance Me to the End of Love”, as the women’s bodies remember the rhythm of love and of loss and are swept up in the dance, switching ultimately to a lovers’ tango on the beach – a memory or fantasy?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sD8tkY8zqjo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-70862904525566883122009-03-31T13:44:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:46:02.624-07:00Player 1.1<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKCpkyqtPI/AAAAAAAAADE/4u8e9IaOtLo/s1600-h/glasses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdKCpkyqtPI/AAAAAAAAADE/4u8e9IaOtLo/s320/glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319457760640414962" border="0" /></a>Port Elizabeth / Grahamstown<br />Artist / director: Mark Wilby<br />Performer: Gary Gordon<br />4'00''<br />2008<br /><br />A man in a desolate warehouse landscape mutters the obsessive rhythms of share prices and stock market reports. It is an accountant’s incantation of shock, the nightmare of a stockbroker, evidence of an addiction that has erased him, adding up to nothing.<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ebIRxOvNMDk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-80940391408699490822009-03-31T13:34:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:46:24.861-07:00Walking in Plastic<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ-4pq2TUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vkX-uR3P1ok/s1600-h/walking+in+plastic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ-4pq2TUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vkX-uR3P1ok/s320/walking+in+plastic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319453621601324354" border="0" /></a>Cape Town<br />Choreographer / performer: Mduduzi Nyembe<br />Poet / voice: Bandile Gumbi<br />Artist / director: Kai Lossgott<br />2009<br /><br />Performance artist Mduduzi Nyembe presents a memory of a wounded woman, a dream for an absent father, and a dance in a street market for survival. They are ritual stories of the heartache of the slums – substance abuse, violence, gender inequalities, chronic unemployment, families’ incapacity to provide for and protect their children. Each of Nyembe’s characters, taken from his daily interactions in the township, is left, in the words of poet Bandile Gumbi, "a constant wanderer / always at the beginning of complete circles", trapped in the existential cycle of poverty.<br /><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qXNVnp0z1wI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-69520266812174248752009-03-31T13:27:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:47:27.099-07:00Terra Obscura<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ9kKP1jUI/AAAAAAAAACs/_KBjuK_9yn8/s1600-h/dd00038+copy.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ9kKP1jUI/AAAAAAAAACs/_KBjuK_9yn8/s320/dd00038+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319452170057518402" border="0" /></a>Cape Town<br />Artist / programmer / director: Maia Grotepass<br />02'00''<br />2009<br /><br />Terra Obscura displays the joint layered effects of computerised forces and human intervention on two sites on the developing edge of greater Cape Town. Grotepass interprets the data to mirror and highlight processes observable in landscape changes that occur due to “low density sprawl”. Informal human interaction and natural processes are mapped to random-based algorhythms. Geometric algorhythms create visual structures referring to formal planned development of the sites. This video is an exploration of imagery captured from an interactive installation work with the same title.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5kMJBkJnEyE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-51073676721134349732009-03-31T13:19:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:50:00.896-07:00TV Programs 001: Powerlines / Web of Life<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ7SAPnLTI/AAAAAAAAACc/B1R2bBVA5To/s1600-h/TV+Programs+001+PL1092+small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ7SAPnLTI/AAAAAAAAACc/B1R2bBVA5To/s320/TV+Programs+001+PL1092+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319449659111320882" border="0" /></a>Cape Town<br />Artist / director: Nileru<br />03’10''<br />2007<br /><br />An abstract photomontage work that engages with the electrical power lines which characterizes our urban environment. The combination of still photography, repetition and Solfreggio sound frequencies produce an audiovisual sensory experience which is at once calming and meditative to some, while excruciatingly irritating to others.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5AqtMU_4d9g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-28673311867203975612009-03-31T13:10:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:51:41.875-07:00The Electrician<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ5OaVWjCI/AAAAAAAAACU/1aHtqEAKDlw/s1600-h/Electrician4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ5OaVWjCI/AAAAAAAAACU/1aHtqEAKDlw/s320/Electrician4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319447398371986466" border="0" /></a>Cape Town<br />Artist / director: Terry Westby-Nunn<br />Poet / voice / performer: Tanya van Schalkwyk<br />2'5''<br />2009<br /><br />Cities are the dressing rooms of our dreams / fantasies. "The Electrician" romps through another side of Cape Town's blackouts and energy crises, as well as the mind of a city dweller. Is the electrician a figment of her imagination or is she part of an underground city - alternate to the one we read about in the papers and believe to be true? Reality or imaginary, the city plays dress up with our minds.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yvlQAOYlHnE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-35455012562227142082009-03-31T13:07:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:18:18.808-07:00Omdat ek die stadsrumoer (Because I chose the city noise)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ4oAXU6vI/AAAAAAAAACM/eWQAynMtY-k/s1600-h/stadsrumoer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ4oAXU6vI/AAAAAAAAACM/eWQAynMtY-k/s320/stadsrumoer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319446738565917426" border="0" /></a>Cape Town<br />Artist / director: Koeka Stander<br />Poet: William Rowland<br />Voice: Helene Rowland<br />03'21''<br />2009<br /><br />A video poem that evokes the silent, boxed-in world of creatures living in aquarium tanks, viewed by casual tourists. In them we see our mirrored selves, trapped inside the noisy city landscape. The writer of the poem and song in this film was blinded at age four, but at 69 still has vivid memories of visiting an aquarium.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/luuyDnPIPlM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-57339941072700454512009-03-31T13:02:00.000-07:002011-07-30T16:02:04.455-07:00Waiting<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ3UWj51OI/AAAAAAAAACE/h-WeXrydEUo/s1600-h/waiting2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ3UWj51OI/AAAAAAAAACE/h-WeXrydEUo/s320/waiting2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319445301415236834" border="0" /></a>Johannesburg<br />Artist / director: Rat Western<br />05’16’’<br />2007<br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: left;">Waiting is a lonely, domestic experience of urban, inner-city living as told from the perspective of a particular inhabitant. Waiting was originally designed as a comic/graphic story and was printed in book form, but was converted to a film for exhibition purposes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CzLd1XOhN-w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-12126466074298271292009-03-31T12:58:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:16:40.824-07:00Karohano<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ2X26WS6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DELw9j6xwYg/s1600-h/karohano+9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ2X26WS6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DELw9j6xwYg/s320/karohano+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319444262127291298" border="0" /></a>Johannesburg<br />Choreographer / director: Jeanette Ginslov<br />4'30''<br />2009<br /><br />Karohano, meaning pieces in Sesotho, is a collaborative dance video representing three male dancers from Madagascar and South Africa. It is a fusion of video technology and urban dance energy, revealing aspects of African male identity, political satire and ironic gestures. Nominated for Jury Short Award Cinedans, Netherlands, 2008.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gvPKdrd3q2o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-85308982675910353482009-03-31T12:50:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:35:51.885-07:00I lost a poem<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ04YFGVwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J60nl5gbmsE/s1600-h/Angel---burn-still.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJ04YFGVwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J60nl5gbmsE/s320/Angel---burn-still.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319442621763311362" border="0" /></a>Johannesburg<br />Artist / director: Erica Luttich<br />Poet / artist: Anni Snyman<br />3'00''<br />2009<br /><br />This video poem laments the loss of slow significant contact that a vehicle bound city inhabitant experiences, but also exalts in the infinitely interesting stream of image, noise and thought that flows by. In the timeframe of the automobile, images, moments and themes repeat continually. This transforms the city into an experience of motion and rhythm, rather than locality.<div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/62HQR353JrU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-61133290522327751172009-03-31T12:37:00.000-07:002011-07-30T15:54:10.676-07:00Sound and Sign Language Poems<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJyniZbsGI/AAAAAAAAABs/09sKPALTWSA/s1600-h/sasl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbLtL_sHzP4/SdJyniZbsGI/AAAAAAAAABs/09sKPALTWSA/s320/sasl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319440133451919458" border="0" /></a>Durban<br />Artist / director: Lolette Smith<br />Performer: Michaela Smith<br />7'09''<br />2008<br /><br />Sign Language poems are visual poems in their own right, with their own syntax, morphology and poetic rules. In 'Car on a bumpy road' the 'C' shaped hands become the bouncing car wheels while the body wrestles the bumps on the road. 'A' shaped hands clutch the steering wheel turning this way and that. 'R' shaped hands eventually become the smooth road. Cultural/language barriers can be ignored as the poems inform the viewer of the rich diversity of the visual language of Sign.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OKGwTYOeVtA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-53706402032734605932008-12-22T01:39:00.000-08:002008-12-22T02:31:37.772-08:00Orfea Outin by frankblame<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CcIkFBPpXjs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CcIkFBPpXjs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>
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<br />Not a video poem, but an eerie, urban and gritty dance/performance film.
<br />City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-81623476280777592802008-12-22T01:30:00.000-08:002009-03-11T05:46:04.937-07:00Green Grass by Michelle Firment Reid<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qM0ArYZnlQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qM0ArYZnlQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.michellefirmentreid.com/" name="&lid=ProfileWebsiteLink&lpos=Profile" onmousedown="trackEvent('ChannelPage', 'infobox_website_link', 'ArtistMFReid - http://www.michellefirmentreid.com')" rel="nofollow" _base_target="_top">http://www.michellefirmentreid.com</a><br /><br />A superb example of a video poem by someone working across genres, as the artist is a painter and a poet and acted as producer of the video, but not as camera person or editor.City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-89658900167090516032008-10-01T13:00:00.000-07:002009-03-04T01:14:00.917-08:00CURATOR'S BRIEFThe basis for City Breath will consist of a collection of around 20 short video 'breaths' or 'gasps', conceptual pieces and brief emotional encounters with places that can not be expressed in the dominant mode of narrative cinema or television. These breaths or essences seek to interrogate the official understandings of our cities given to us in television, film and other mass media.<br /><br />A selection of these will then enter into active dialogue with the people of Cape Town in May 2009, when they will be presented as site-specific video installations in urban spaces as part of the Cape 09 Biennale. A DVD and video website will be produced to accompany the event, as well as regular movie theatre screenings of the entire collection.<br /><br />City Breath insists on cultivating private dreams and mythologies in public places. It goes in search of the unspeakable. It makes a point of creating and collecting that which is rejected by mass media, simply because it is personal, because it engages beneath the surface, because it does not fit pre-defined categories, because it might take patience, because it might be raw and difficult, because it might not be popular, because it is not for sale. The project goes against the concept of the 'mass', an illusory category created by the field of marketing, and goes in search of deeply individual encounters, which might evoke strong reactions and stimulate debate.<br /><br />Interrogating, breaking and manipulating tired historical forms, City Breath seeks new forms, new film making strategies and approaches, new sound and image technologies, new aims and intentions in the tradition of the international avant-garde. It relates strongly the new short attention span cinema of the digital age and the skillfully produced low or no budget film. To this end, City Breath is facilitating and encouraging new collaborations between South African poets, performance artists, dancers, alternative filmmakers, experimental animators, sound and video artists, as well as curating submissions from established artists. The emphasis will be on the emergent genres of the video poem, the screen dance / performance and experimental animation. We will be looking for conceptual pieces that can hold the viewer's attention.<br /><br />"If Johannesburg is a virus, I was infected a long time ago, and negotiating and challenging the virus is what interests me, and therein lies the intimacy." (Stephen Hobbs) City Breath invites performers, poets and filmmakers to approach their urban spaces and their identity not merely as spectators, but also as actors, intervening in tired representations and unquestioned systems, rituals and places. It opens up opportunities for "aimless wandering, ludic nomadism, shadowing strangers, co-opting the streetwise strategies of direct action, cutting across the grooves of commuterdom - by turns playful and dangerous, such 'senseless acts of great beauty' bear witness to the great Situationist slogan 'Sous la pave, la plage' - under the pavement, the beach." [Ilona Blazwick, 2001. Century City : Art and Culture in the Modern Metropolis. London : Tate Publishing.]<br /><br />The early deadline is 30 January 2009. The final deadline is 30 March 2009. The Cape 09 Biennale will be held in May 2009. The maximum length for each film is 4 minutes.<br /><br />Please do not hesitate to contact me for further questions.<br /><br />Kai Lossgott<br />info@kailossgott.com<br />0721198300City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2043255960680345064.post-81924456421899100392008-08-29T03:44:00.000-07:002008-08-29T03:45:52.571-07:00MTV Night Painter<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vRU0vKqltw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vRU0vKqltw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This global MTV branding campaign by the South African production company <a href="">Fly On The Wall</a> uses poetry and video art techniques.City Breathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03183000877761620847noreply@blogger.com0