“Lady of the Sea” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed by Emmett Sparling.
Filmed and Directed by: Emmett Sparling
This is the first short film I’ve made in quite a while and I’m super excited to share it. Chelsea and I spent 17 days in French Polynesia filming this video. The first half of the trip felt like an uphill battle. Everything we tried shooting didn’t feel “right” and we were feeling pretty uninspired, even in one of the most beautiful places on earth.
There once was a lady from the sea Born from the corals and the currents, The tides and the waves. Her home was powerful, ever-changing and expansive.
In a wave of creativity and energized focus, Chelsea and I came up with the concept for ‘Lady of the Sea’ and excitedly wrote the beginnings of the narrative down in my journal. The moment Chelsea got in the water wearing the dress, we knew this would be a pretty unique project.
“Je Viens” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film In Tignes, France Directed by Franck Pinel.
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Franck Pinel (FKY)
Music by: Steven Gutheinz Written by: Samuel Revol Narrated by: Siméon Revol & Laure Revol English Translation by: Madeleine Barter
“Between the desert peaks and the wild plains, Itinerary of the man alone; poisoned, in love, alive.”
I invite you on the trails of Tignes in Savoie, under the August sun, to breathe the fresh air! A little vastness, horizons blurred to forget for a few moments our confined lives.
A first FKY / Srevol collaboration, with a text written for the film, and read by a young Simeon with a rocky voice.
I Approach
tightrope walking earthling lying heavily on rock I look for your softness Your suspended caresses
In my solitude, I approach
My bones follow your tracks Along smoke-filled banks, Burns under your sun My masterful soul
In my solitude, I approach
My wings poisoned by oily molecules accept my sorrow my ghostly pardon
In my solitude, I approach
Tightrope walking earthling With smoky soul, I approach I burn in your softness Masterful earth
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Je viens
Funambule terrien, Aimanté à la roche, Je cherche tes douceurs, Tes caresses suspendues.
Dans ma solitude, je viens
Mes os suivent ta piste, Aux rivages enfumés Je brûle sous ton soleil Mon âme de capitaine
Dans ma solitude, je viens
mes ailes empoisonnées de molécules pétroliennes accepte mon désolé mon pardon fumigène
Dans ma solitude, je viens
Funambule terrien, A l’âme enfumée je viens Je brûle dans ta douceur, Terre capitaine
Tignes is a group of villages that form a high-altitude ski resort in the French Alps, near the Italian border. With nearby Val d’Isère, it’s part of the Espace Killy ski area, linked by a network of lifts. Val Claret and Tignes Le Lac villages are lively hubs, with restaurants and shops. In summer, the area offers trails, golf and a bike park, plus ski runs on the Grande Motte glacier.
“A Short Film About Ice” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film” in Arctic Directed by Adam DJ Laity.
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Adam DJ Laity
A film-poem documenting the journey of a cinematographer through the changing landscapes of the Arctic.
Why did I come here? To immerse myself in a sublime landscape, To in some way be a witness to the Change that is happening here? We think by feeling. What is there to know?
The camera bears witness to the shapes and colours of glaciers, tundra, mountains and sea ice while the filmmaker explores the role of the human and the artist in such landscapes in the time of the Anthropocene.
Touching on themes of aesthetics, cultural responsibility, inter-connectivity and eco-anxiety the film aims to provoke discussion about the need to re-conceptualise how we make and disseminate images, in order to see ourselves as an integral part of the world rather than seeing ourselves as in front of or separate to nature.
“With Dust On Your Face As You Strike The Match” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film in Patagonia Directed by Dan Sadgrove.
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Dan Sadgrove
Voiceover by Ólafur Darri Ólafsson
Music by Tim Tregonning
Sound by Morgan Johnson
Color by Mike Rossiter
Aerial by Wade Sedgwick
In early 2019 I spent four months living in a tent at Estancia Ranquilco, a remote horse and cattle ranch nestled deep in the foothills of the Andean mountains in Northern Patagonia, Argentina. Largely stripped of modern conveniences and offering a chance to experience off-grid, communal living, it is both a gentle, and harsh, return to primitiveness.
Yet the magnetic pull from Ranquilco reaches far beyond the realms of sentimentalism. It is not merely a vague summation of its parts. Of earth, water, sun, grass and trees. It is the past as well as the present, built into the stonework and in the footsteps of the worn paths on the last edges of land, hanging on the horizon.
For those devoted to this way of life, it is simply a return to the familiar.
“Echoes From A Silent World” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Matt Kleiner.
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Matt Kleiner
Starring: Asher Pacey
Sound Design: Brennan Mercer
Narrator: Terry Burns
Narration Adapted from Excerpts From: Proust Was a Neuroscientist
Written By: Jonah Lehrer
Music By: Philip Grass & Niklas Paschburg
My entry for the Lockdown Short Film Contest by London Surf Film Festival. The concept was simple, dive into the archives. While the world was on lockdown earlier this year, take something old and make something new from the confines of your home.
While unable to work it was creatively therapeutic to dive into old hard drives and make something fresh that reflected the dream-like state of isolation.
The title pays tribute to that brief moment in time where the outside world stood still in early 2020. The majority of the globe could only reminisce on what were becoming faint memories of life outside of the house as reality began to seem like a figment of our imagination.
Rather than make something that got you excited to go surf, I wanted to make something unrealistic and dreamlike, saturated with colors and details from an ocean experience.
To bring the visuals to life I teamed up with Brennan Mercer for Sound Design. His ability to create a subtle world within a world of imagery set the tone for a true visceral effect. These were the sounds of nature and the world we all longed to be a part of once again.
“The Language Of The Trees” is a Cinematic Poem Documentary Short Film Directed by Bradley Tangonan.
Directed by: Bradley Tangonan
Creative Director DEBORAH ROYER
Exectuive Producer STINE CHRONE MOISEN
Director of Photography JAMES L BROWN
Original Score by JORDAIN WALLACE
Sound Design & Mix TORIN GELLER & HAYLEY LIVINGSTON / ONE THOUSAND BIRDS
Featuring EDWARD MILLER & RILEY SHAW
Set in the imposing landscape of the Kimberley in Western Australia, this short documentary follows the story of an aboriginal farmer named Edward.
Raised among elders who taught him how to thrive “out bush,” Edward navigates between the rhythmic routine of a small sandalwood farm and the vast and abundant wilderness just beyond its border.
This journey of silence and presence in nature awakens the senses, teaches us how to connect with trees and the land, and invites us to listen to the natural world around us.
A personal project in colaboration with Forest Blakk. After a year coming back at home with so many projects, trips, footage that needed some context, I decided to collaborate with Forest, adding an extra voice in narrating the beauty of dead, the beauty of life, the beauty to breath.
An unintentional short that makes people happy even when speaking about death.
Sit, breathe, enjoy.
“Breathe” by Forest Blakk
Today I looked up how long it would take to drown Today I looked up how long it would take to drown How long can you hold your breath Before you can’t hold your breath any longer And how long until your lungs give out And the sound that used to fill the void Quiets like a mass of midnight, searching for its piece of the pie
Today I stood in front of a window and Imagined what it would be like to fly, no I didn’t I imagined what it would be like to Jump outside the frame that caged me inside But my better judgment said it wouldn’t be Very kind if someone you cared about found you That’s the voice that plays like a tape on rewind, rewind, rewind… It wouldn’t be fair to a stranger either
Today I’m reminded of the time I watched a Man jump into a highway when I was just seventeen The car lights on either side of the upper Portion of the AutoRoute below standing at attention Staring off into the distance Just waiting for the road to clear And the way to the comfort of their loved ones to be made
Death is a strange and hollow inconvenience when you think about it There’s a blank face that quickly and abruptly finds Its way to all the witness something of that magnitude It’s not empathy, it’s not sympathy It’s more of a force intrinsic and integral self reflection Why would someone do such a thing? What could drive someone to that type of depth? Could I be driven to such depths? Would I ever be able to jump?
There is no place to be soft in these moments, jump There’s no time to caught in this moment, jump There’s no need to believe there ever was a moment, jump Sigh, believe, relief in this moment ‘Cause I could never be the one to be in this moment Or could I? jump
Today I looked up how long it would take to drown Do you first hold your breath? Do you exhale all of your problems and Worries before casting your thoughts to the bottom Of an otherwise empty place below The poverty line of depressed thoughts And the sad calamity of a hunted house you’ve called home? I don’t know Maybe someone out there has an answer…
But for now I’m still trying to come to terms of the fact That today I looked up how long it would take to drown