N/A - AV0182
Présentation de l'éditeur :
"Beast Guesthouse is a non-linear short visual story that discusses the loss and rediscovery of estrangement and desire.
I fantasized the world as a sleeping beast, who was gigantic, bizarre, and quiet. I was able to imagine it as my secret friend, regardless of its wishes. The silence of the beast was an umbrella, shielding off most truths of the world. Everywhere was but a strange land waiting to be explored and discovered.
Once I was able to fend myself, the world changed, from a given and relatively static universe, to an ever-moving, progressing ribbon that needed to be pursued. For me, this caused the loss of one dimension.
To find my lost dimension back, I escaped from my routine life and started my trip of getting lost. I went travelling in the mountains, forest and people's houses, where I encountered strangers, animals and waterfalls.
In the photographs, the visual difference between animal and human body is blurred, as well as the senses of space and time."
Texte en anglais et chinois de Timothy Leonido.
76 pages - Couverture rigide avec jaquette
Witty Kiwi, 2015 (250 ex.)
Format 15 x 24 cm
Neuf - Aucun défaut
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