The screen goes black, the first beat in the rhythm of the film.
The scene is inside an art gallery during an exhibit of Pierre Bonnard's works. The image is of the patrons studying the paintings.
The camera slowly tracks to the right. The relations are all different - mother/daughter, lovers, professor/student, etc. Each frame contains a different one.
The varying relations in front of and studying each canvas reflects the numerous ways of processing, interpreting and evaluating art, how the images are unique structured to each of us, giving and receiving information unique to the viewer.
All the same for the person viewing the film. A study of oneself.
The scene is inside an art gallery during an exhibit of Pierre Bonnard's works. The image is of the patrons studying the paintings.
The camera slowly tracks to the right. The relations are all different - mother/daughter, lovers, professor/student, etc. Each frame contains a different one.
The varying relations in front of and studying each canvas reflects the numerous ways of processing, interpreting and evaluating art, how the images are unique structured to each of us, giving and receiving information unique to the viewer.
All the same for the person viewing the film. A study of oneself.
On a beach, a few seconds before sunrise.
A naked young woman is lying on her side, facing the horizon, her head resting in her curled arms. The frame moves from her hair, blowing softly in the wind, and stops on the curve between her chest and hip.
The silhouette of her body is dark, serving as a contrast against the growing brilliance of the reds and pinks of the dawn horizon.
The curve of her hip cups the pastel colors of the shimmering sea. As the strands of her blowing hair gently caress the image, the sun appears over the horizon and the curve of her body.
A naked young woman is lying on her side, facing the horizon, her head resting in her curled arms. The frame moves from her hair, blowing softly in the wind, and stops on the curve between her chest and hip.
The silhouette of her body is dark, serving as a contrast against the growing brilliance of the reds and pinks of the dawn horizon.
The curve of her hip cups the pastel colors of the shimmering sea. As the strands of her blowing hair gently caress the image, the sun appears over the horizon and the curve of her body.
