Starting in the late 1930s, illustrator and experimental animator Douglass Crockwell created a series of short abstract animated films at his home in Glen Falls, New York. The films offered Crockwell a chance to experiment with various unorthodox animation techniques such as adding and removing non-drying paint on glass frame-by-frame, squeezing paint between two sheets of glass, and finger painting. The individual films created over a nine-year period were then stitched together for presentation, forming a nonsensical relationship that only highlights the abstract qualities of the images. —Kansas City Electronic Music and Arts Alliance
like being at some point where you can see yourself out from yourself, your own meat, vessels, dreams, thoughts. even more the process of thinking. weird.
A defiance of interpretation? An anarchic self-delight in hopping between different techniques, modes (symbolic, narrative, abstract) & genres (Passion play, Slasher, Sociobiology(the sexual competition sequence))? Animation that wants to find a space beyond flatness that is not just usual 3D representation (those globs of paint!)? What is this weird unicorn of a film that irritates & delights in equal measure?