Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies
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Show & Tell
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
Love Begins
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird
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TODAY: Salvatore Esposito artworks in the collective online exhibition of #24hours #livestream via Periscope: https://www.pscp.tv/SHIFT_ibpcpa/ @salvatore_esposito_artworks @ayshiataskin @salvatoreespositosasa @raaz.maryam #collectiveexhibition #abstractart #salvatoreesposito #24hours #ayshiataskin #futurevisions #IfnotFilm https://www.instagram.com/p/B_j8J4tjB7I/?igshid=1o6q30c7fadqw
Extrait 3- Giullare (Maryam Raz, 2016) (via Vimeo)
"Since the order of the world is shaped by death, mightn't it be better for God if we refuse to believe in Him and struggle with all our might against death, without raising our eyes towards the heaven where He sits in silence?" the great #albertcamus in #theplague Image from #dance_with_death second part of Naples documentary. @salvatoreespositosasa @raaz.maryam #comeinunospecchio #featuredocumentary #storyboard #IfnotFilm #ifnotart #salvatoreespositoDOP #maryamraz #likeinamirror #independentfilmmaking #napoli #iran #indiefilmmaker #bagnoli #مستند #همچون_در_یک_آینه #documentaryfilm #docfilm #indiefilm #italiancinema #filmcrew #filmproduction (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9r5NVkJ0H5/?igshid=gmb1btlpp5f8
"I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman" #virginiawoolf Photo: @salvatore_esposito_artworks #8march #womenempowerment #filmmakers #IfnotFilm #ifnotart #salvatoreespositoDOP #maryamraz #independentfilmmaking #iran #indiefilmmaker #مستند #filmisnotdead #cinemanarrative #cinema #cinematografia #filmcrew #filmproduction #a_room_of_ones_own (at Iran) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9fICg3JdgE/?igshid=1cpd0rl8tr31i
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"I worked it through with pride, spoke almost without words" @raaz.maryam @uldericodidomenico @salvatoreespositosasa #ifnotart #shortfilm #cortometraggio #photoroman #lamite #dostoevsky #filmisnotdead #la_mite #the_gentle_spirit #sperimentale #salvatoreespositoDOP #experimentalcinema #indiefilm #independentcinema #maryamraz #indiefilmmaker #فیلم_کوتاه #مریم_راز #سینمای_تجربی #داستایوسکی #اقتباس #سینمای_مستقل #نازنین https://www.instagram.com/p/B9NiYH0JleN/?igshid=1gxo7cw7s5ud4
Il nuovo video musicale dei Driving Mrs. Satan è un affascinante animazione stop-motion. Questa è 'Antisocial' (Trust / Anthrax) dal nuovo album 'Did You Mrs. Me?' (Agualoca Records) Condividete fino allo sfinimento!
Diretto da Maryam Raz Fotografia ed Editing di Salvatore Esposito Illustrazioni di Maryam Raz e Ludovica Bastianini
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fE3FkftS_UE&feature=youtu.be
The aspect that makes Jim Jarmusch's filmmaking method special is the fact that these cinematic experiences clearly mirror a personal mode of narration, and
This is "Chi Vuol Esser Lieto, Sia (Maryam Raz)" by maryam raz on Vimeo, the home for high quality videos and the people who love them.
I miss filming it.
This is "Breathless_Maryam Raz- NFTS lighting task" by maryam raz on Vimeo, the home for high quality videos and the people who love them.
NFTS task-week 4 (All Along the wathtower)
A little old lady goes to the shop to buy a pint of milk and then returns home for breakfast. NFTS editing task
NFTS task 1- Storyboard “Breathless”
NFTS task 1- Breathless (screenplay)
Breathless
by Maryam Raz
1. INT. LIVING ROOM- DAY
The protagonist (we’ll call him “the writer”), in his thirties, is collapsed on a big couch, half naked, all sweaty and out of breath. Rays of light are dazzling down on him through the half closed blinds. Before him there’s an empty high glass and a pile of papers, with scribbled words written all over them. Every once in a while a paper moves slightly with the sudden repetitive wind of a spinning fan: seems that the fan is the only moving thing in that room.
Writer’s right hand carries black inky stains all over, he’s holding a pen effortlessly. Blinks heavily and murmurs under his breath:
WRITER
Questo cazzo di caldo...
(Too fucking hot: in Italian)
After a short pause, hears a distant sound of footsteps approaching in the corridor: some one is striding barefooted. The footsteps get closer and a woman’s feet step into the living room. We never actually see this woman properly. She comes to a halt before the couch and wipes the sweat off the writer’s front, kindly.
WOMAN
Rosso o verde...
(red or green: in Italian) The writer looks up at her, smiling faintly. The fan’s wind waves her hair in a quite dreamy way.
WRITER
Eh rosso, dai...
(oh red, please)
Stares at her figure who walks away from him, striding into the kitchen. From behind the wall that blocks the half aspect of the kitchen, the writer overhears the bottles clattering as the fridge’s door is opened and shut, then the tap water running. Writer blinks heavily, still smiling, breaths with his mouth wide open, rolling the pen in his fingers.
(IN THE KITCHEN): The woman’s hands, under the running water, melts the ice cubes out of their container; dropping them in a high glass. Then closes the tap water and starts pouring a drink inside the glass (ginger or red martini...), adds another drink and finishes with cutting a piece of lemon on the cutting board.
The writer stares at the woman’s hand sliding towards him, carrying a glass of colorful cocktail. He takes the glass and looks up admiringly at the figure.
Sips at his drink with his eyes closed, the barefooted steps of the woman walk away again.
The writer places the glass on the table before him, seats up, wipes the sweat off his front and gathers the papers before him, stares at them sternly: the page he placed as the first one is blank. Keeps the pen above hovering over the blank page, ready to put the pen down and write. The fan’s wind blows on the papers; the writer still staring at the papers, stretches his other hand toward the cocktail glass but grips the empty one.
Remains as he is, still holding the pen in one hand and an empty glass in another; hesitates. The only high glass on the table is that very fist empty one. The fan blows again, scatters some of the papers. The corridor is vacant, the writer’s face is covered with sweat again. Places silently the empty glass back down on the table and still holding the pen, rolling it lazily in his fingers, leans back in the big couch. Looks out through the narrow spaces of the half open blinds and murmurs.
WRITER
Cazzo di caldo...
(too fucking hot)