Between Curtain No.1 and Curtain No.2

There is a cellar in a flat, and in that cellar a cat squeaks like a mouse as it is killed by a bird. In that cellar the walls are glass and you realise that it's not really a cellar but the garden of a penthouse perched on the spire of a city like a hawk watching its prey and you are its eyes. Watch, search, scrutinize, but how much can one see from such a height? One may look like a hawk, act like a hawk and feel like a hawk but still one sees not the people walking on the streets selling cakes and shrooms or the ants building homes in their homes. One can only fathom, ponder, and come to a conclusion and be certain about it. A nod, and the house lurches forward, and the walls are made of feathers; They get thicker and thicker but wait. What's telling you that they're feathers? The royal blades on blades gleam in the rushing light, glinting gold, silver and death and you realise that you're looking at neither feathers nor blades but eyes, a hundred thousand eyes on what you thought were walls. They stare at you from within, and you claw your eyes out but still they stare. Eyes come with mouths and mouths eat. All they ever do is eat and regurgitate. Eat, chew, regurgitate, eat chew, regurgitate. It's a mask, a pretty mask, painted inside and outside, you've put it on the wrong way, you realise it only too late, too late, they've seen it, you've seen what you were trying not to see. They see themselves where you once stood and you only see yourself, your eyes, your eyes, staring and piercing. Stop, stop, make it stop, they tear they laugh and they bleed but still they stare. They stare and they stare and they stare somemore.

Bogmen

the first bit of animation done after a 7month break from animation o_o i'd even forgotten how to move the camera in maya

Previous videos:
Aug 7	-	3d Character animation
Oct 30	-	Klee (With Sound)
Oct 28	-	[Bit Cam] The Metaphor of Bits... performed by Toes
Sara's favorite videos:
May 1	-	RaabBits: The Epic Journey of the Lost and Found
Apr 15	-	Heaven
Nov 20	-	Klee

Moon child of mine

would i were consumed by a wave of my own device  fairy lights in an air tight bottle  pretty colours glass  and plastic  to merely feel the flame behind the spectators  the day the audience died in that infernal cavern underground  was... more

Previous blog entries:
Jul 27	-	everything is reality
Jul 25	-	The Fool, unchecked, vomits a Past Life and turns over in it, and lies awake till morning.
Jul 7	-	"Will you take me with you?"

Through the stuffings in my ears

Songs that send the Bits screaming in all directions