A simple tracking shot of a fence, part scorched, part in bloom, becomes a potent symbol of the flow of life, of the poetic process, of perhaps nothing as portentous as that, of perhaps the inability of exegesis (such as this) to flatten the life of an art object. Or 'just' a mood. Gorgeous.
I could come up with all sorts of pretentious reasons why this would be a good short film and there are of course valid arguments to be found, but in the end it's just a three minute pan to the left with a nice soundtrack. See whatever you want to see in it, I won't bore anyone with my take on it.
Regarding the execution, this film is truly ellegant, as some Picasso's drawings that consisted on a few lines, but gracefully painted. Regarding its photography, it captures a lively reality. Looking at it with a genre angle, it references a melodrama-like ideal world, referenced in Blue Velvet. As a state of mind, it's serene, calm and expresses peace of mind.
wow,what a charming fence, I love that fence, one of my favourite fences ever, I'd write an ode to that fence. and that vegetation, very beautiful vegetation,so serene. I'd write an ode to that too. and that song, charming song. I'd sit all day and drink coffee and smoke while listening to that