A short animated film that explores the boundlessness of human imagination & the exchange of feelings and ideas.
Our imagination flies — we are its shadow on the earth.
– Vladimir Nabokov
Film by Sean Donelly
A short animated film that explores the boundlessness of human imagination & the exchange of feelings and ideas.
Our imagination flies — we are its shadow on the earth.
– Vladimir Nabokov
Film by Sean Donelly
I don’t know
if I am looking in
or looking out
of
that window in the middle of the sunset
but sometimes
my ears melt
into my teeth
and I am content
to be a thing
swimming
inandout
of
Oblivion
“Halfway to Heaven” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Fight or Fright” by Dessi Terzieva
in the corner,
where the top lip turns into the bottom lip,
is a fine crease
that reveals the laughter
and devastation
of life already lived–
it is not red and tough
like the scar of a healed incision,
but gentle and strange–
and sometimes concealed
by
flattering lighting.
And although it is elusive
it is there to stay–
a faint reminder of the years
resting in lost
memories.
“A Wrinkle in Time” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Valbona by Dessie Terzeiva
Mental Traffic Sign by Filmout
Sister by NIcholas Lockyer
Spirit They’ve Vanished by Greg Seiber
Saturn’s Guilty Conscience by David Delruelle
Dif-02 by Hugo Barros
black becomes grey in a dim cigarette haze
convictions cool
crystalize with age

eyes fond of,
familiar with time
settle in their native
knowing
gaze
“Time Tells” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Leigh Viner
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Europe and Africa […]
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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At 24, I related to Sylvia so much that it frightened me. ( If you’re not familiar, her story doesn’t end well). I felt her words in my bones. The fear of death without growth, the heaviness of responsibility, the inclinations to find life both meaningless and meaningful… I saw myself becoming her: A lonely, deflated, narcissist sipping on an agonizing cocktail of self-loathing and superiority. I think maybe that is what drove me to start making decisions in my own life.
What I understand now is that the right decisions are only right because you’ve made them. Whether you decide to be a missionary in Africa, or a pinterest-obsessed house-wife, you will be OK. The problems arise when your mortality weighs on you so heavily, that you neglect to make any decision at all. Maybe if I don’t choose, life will stop moving and I can just stop dying. But it won’t, because no one get’s out of this world alive, and if you don’t make your own decisions, Time will make them for you.
Don’t get me wrong. I can’t order at a McDonald’s without calling 12 friends for advice first, but I am much more capable of dealing with the big stuff in my life now that I realize I will die, and I have to make my peace with not having enough time to do ALL THE THINGS! Decisions-real decisions– require sacrifice and commitment. So, there is no moving forward without accepting the death of those lives that will never belong to you.
Here’s to breaking out of Limbo
– Angie
Artwork by Heinz Aimer
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Caryn Drexl
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Abbey Watkins
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Rafal Rola
Ming Adigm
Behind those nostrils
-those eyebrows-
-those tongues-
are
swirling clouds of nothing
weighing down the wings that
free
troubled minds
“You’ll never Fly” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Johnny Greenwood