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STARRIER NIGHT
"i gaze up at the night alone... wondering."
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an artist slips into madness
'Starrier Night' is my Van-Gogh-inspired experimental museum-film that pairs breathtaking celestial timelapses with deeply personal, heartbroken poetry of a lost soul...
The visual's narrative voice is painfully intertwined with the melancholic, brilliant flavors of Vincent van Gogh’s private letters towards the end of his life - a tribute to the tragic irony of the unseen artist who looked at the stars simply to dream.
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On the edge of the highest cliff in England, a lost soul records the twinkling cosmos for comfort. The film merges the haunting, nocturnal philosophy of Vincent van Gogh's starry night with my own raw contemporary poetry.
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"the sight of the stars makes me dream"
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Conceptually, the film uses the slow, crushing scale of the cosmos to mirror the heavy, internal stillness of grief. It is a modern cinematic letter written in the vocabulary of Vincent’s lonely nights ; looking up.
This film is dedicated to anyone who has ever used the vastness of the universe to survive a challenge.
Every generation of artists grapples with the same haunting question : when you pour your soul into your art, does the silence back mean nobody's listening ?
Vincent van Gogh knew his artistic isolation intimately - it is visible in his writing. As a failure he stood under the pitch-black skies of Arles, searching the stars for a canvas vast enough to hold his worldly loneliness.
He wrote this to his brother Theo "The sight of the stars always makes me dream."
- 'starrier night' is a contemporary echo of that wonderous sentiment.
" out the window i warrant
a million pixels of perfection "
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Shot on the sheered edges of Boulby - where the English coastline drops into the deadly North Sea - my experimental film pairs sweeping, long-exposure star timelapse with original, broken poetry and thematic tones drawn from Van Gogh's private writings.
The themes of this film are movement, colour, composition, class and weight.
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I made this film for those experiencing unseen moments. Hours waiting in the cold while the camera shutter clicks. The heavy thoughts that creep in when you’re staring into the dark.
It is a cinematic meditation on scale : the terrifying vastness of the cosmos contrasted against the small, quiet ache of a human art.
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Video by Fred Velody
Music by Liborio Conti
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Words :
i gaze up at the night alone...
wondering
i hope
i dream
for no final thing
undone
do they look for me too ?
when did i lose focus
of things most important
is there more
to our story yet
a long time before sunrise
in the cloudy moor we sat
gazed upon venus
splitting two of contrary colour
i must believe
we weathered the storm
is it worth it
for a moment in the sunshine
to get these shots
i stood in a dark field
find me between
the heath and the cliffs
before the last day was done
i spent time
i've been on the edge
for too long
i will always wonder
if i'll know you again
like i once did
as the sun sets on us
a starrier night awaits
the sky shifts gold to blue
and then she appeared again
the morning star
brighter than ever for us
the clouds spoke to me
about those we lost
we Remember them dearly
these clear & starried nights
sent me spiralling
a star spun into my shutter
captured in swirling pasture
out the window i warrant
a million pixels of perfection
i lost the plot
(whiteout)
the story cuts short
i've no illusions about myself anymore
if the storm within gets too loud
or my blues turnt grey
or that my heart does break
i refocused
and began to heal
pushed my bed into the corner
and began to create
i set up the tripod again
and leapt through it
(whiteout & logo)
i lay in the heather
the man i once was
looking up at the frames of my life
and then they appeared
tempested ideations
breaking vaguely
through the clouds
we can't reach the stars while we're
in love
(cypress tree)
that night
he rose from the earth
in the hope
the celesteal means of locamotion
becoming enlightened from
who will be best
the moon came haloed
but this starry night turned tempest
the storm loomed heavy
get ready
beyond the witching hours
the clouds in my mind
swirled in one last frame
i could see everything
whenever i see the halo
i think back to those halcyon nights
i hope you enjoyed the view
much love, vincent
you miserable bastard
end.
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