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Gaëlle Rouard

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Handmade filmmaker, making films since early 90'. Alchemist specialising in the precipitation of silver on film, she has developed and is still exploring various methods to chemical processing of the film, and in the meanwhile was dedicated to play with all the possibilty of live multi-projection’s games with various people and solo. Her work as been shown in various screen all over the world, such as Centre Pompidou Paris, International film festival Rotterdam, SIFF film Festival Syros, Institut of Modern Art Brisbane, and many others…

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Darkness, Darkness, Burning Bright

Director

Handmade and uniquely personal, this 16mm film in two parts explores a rural landscape with mythical connotations. First part: prelude. “Darkness, darkness, burning bright In the forests of the night. Vast flowered paths, fresh branches, Groves full of perfumes, birds and whispers, Site often seen again, and always contemplated....” Second part: oraison. “Darkness, darkness, burning bright In the forests of the night And the mad impulse of this distraught soul, And that had, the forehead circled in copper, under the moon….”

Darkness, Darkness, Burning Bright – Prelude

Director

Handmade and unique personal 16mm film in two parts. “Darkness, darkness, burning bright In the forests of the night Vast flowered paths, fresh branches, Groves full of perfumes, birds and whispers, Site often seen again, and always contemplated Wind that gurgles at the bottom of the chimneys that months, hours and days.…”

Darkness, Darkness, Burning Bright – Oraison

Director

Handmade and unique personal 16mm film in two parts. “Darkness, darkness, burning bright In the forests of the night And the mad impulse of this distraught soul, And that had, the forehead circled in copper, under the moon.”

M…H

Director

It's not so much a performance as it is a film interpreted live.

Les Noces Rompue

Director

A new leaf. In like a lion, out like a lamb. Rain or shine. The calm before the storm. Mad as a March hare. Out to pasture. Once in a blue moon. April showers, May flowers. Where the wind blows. The wolf at the door. To each his own.

Zooscopie

Director

For the cold winter, the pouring rain, the short wavy, the violent storm, the early frost or something like that, if the fall of the leaves is late, if the smoke rises straight, if it falls, if the leaves swirling or if the dust makes the vortex, if the frogs repeated to the swamps their monotonous complaint, and when the prevailing winds become favorable.

Unter

Director

The sea foams and bubbles. Gray white bleak everywhere. Chasms and mountains. Water... only water! And nothing to absorb it all! Other shattering shock. Brief look round of the chief. The needle progresses unperturbed. First the sonar! Water Diving and silver in the depths, lift up to the light and ice.

Solar Beats

Walking towards the fire. In a ceaseless stream of light, people, landscapes and objects lead us to mysterious regions. French filmmaker Patrick Bokanowski’s work is hard to classify - and all the richer for it. Together with his wife Michèle, whose musique concrète compositions form the basis of the sound design, Bokanowski offers a prolonged, dense and visually visceral experience of the kind that is rare in cinema today. Difficult to define and locate, its strangeness is quite unique.