Every once in a while, it pays to remember the sheer power of color, texture, pattern, light and movement on celluloid.
I love the brevity and elegance of this film.
I love its silence.
The short feels like you’re falling deeper and deeper into black ice. And deeper into the mind of a filmmaker who was also a craftsman, scratching and handpainting film. It also demonstrates the power of the optical printer.
Stan Brakage (1933-2003) Rest in peace.