
Olavo Neto
Narrador
In this animation that blends 35mm film illustration, digital art, cartoon, collage, computer graphics, and generated imagery, a dwarf comet crosses galaxies in search of its lost companion until it reaches the limits of its reality.

Narrador

The soaked soil, Taking the shape of a mountain, Our river, Flows into yesterday's late sun, Fish try to shun their reflection, Bubbles wrapped the words filling up the fish tank, Fish die in between the gaps of language; Banana leaves brush away the dust on the table, Lungs that refuse to be cleansed, Thermos is a container for storing the shadow of the mountain, The inner shell broken, The mountain walks away in the night; Everything is collected into a shriveled wooden drawer, Bamboo baskets piled on the concrete floor, swaying, The grey soil flowing, Filling up all the old boundaries The dried earth needs no expression, All decisiveness and hesitation lie underneath the smooth surface

A synthesis of sound and movement; colourful characters dance and move in repetitive patterns to percussive and melodic elements. A combination of motion and music that is hypnotic and beautiful. At first it feels structured and orderly but as more elements are added becomes quixotically expressive.