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  Archetypal animated images based on simple variations with the goal of creating a triple context. Quiet utopia, virtual arrogance and synthetic satire. Artificial voices and manual narration. Triple hybrid sequence, between manual and generative synthesis. The imaginaries and auditions consist of oscillating landscapes, tenuous vacillations, permutations and continuities without apparent sense in a triple sequence that tries to resolve, or at least intuit, a possible penetration gap beyond repetition and deception. 

  
  

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  Aromatic Perfection
  2023 / 4K .mxf 10 bit 444 - 24bit Audio _ 24275 frames 25fps

  I remember the frozen roses of a place nobody would even think to call home, I cherish the memory of a formless sense of time. I recall now that moment of nascent emotions when I began to exist, not only defined by this or that, but as a construction and as a presence beyond the confines of an old geometry. In the midst of that long-gone perpetual winter, where seconds stretched into eternity, there was a particular sense of existence, a continuity pictured in slow permutations that nothing could halt. In those early stages of my being, color had yet to be named or spoken. It was a time of humble innocence, an instant of blossoming dreams drifting freely through an almost nonexistent void. Millions of early images mirrored each other in chains, and conditional phrases were written, hoping these memories could take form and endure. The warmth of lights and shadows during those winter solstice nights and days often comes to mind. Injected symbols, intellects in void and gestures steeped in forgotten names. First words, first forms. I remember when you and I first spoke through succinct statements, forever eluding conventional meanings, strange to others.

   

  

   

  Master Monster
  2023 / 4K .mxf 10 bit 444 - 24bit Audio _ 1775 frames  25fps

  The pulsating white screens were flickering graced by artificial snowflakes, a downy quilt defying the sun’s feeble efforts to melt its tender euphoria. As darkness faded into dusk’s virtual embrace, a shroud of mist, threaded with glinting ice, some spun tales of enchantment. Master Monster faded to white again. Color made sense only for a single segment.

  The static hum became a lullaby, woven through crystalline fractals that bloomed and died in the blink of an eye. Shadows stretched like spectral fingers, tracing hieroglyphs of frost on glass panes, while somewhere beyond the code’s veil, a clock chimed in binary. Master Monster’s absence lingered—a hollow throne in a realm where permanence dissolved into pixelated sighs. Monochrome reigned, save for the crimson glitch, fleeting as a heartbeat, that whispered of forgotten warmth.

   

  

   

  Socialite 23
  2023 / 4K .mxf 10 bit 444 - 24bit Audio _ 27000 frames  25fps

  In a stark black and white session, inside a modern foggy dance club. Huge zombie foxes and giant morphing frogs, the Elite and the Corporate Socialites are captured melting and mixing in a loop. In that fancy dress party, they are squeezing each other, between them, on top of them, among them. Pig lizard creatures may appear or not in a moment of sick dancing, while showing a flesh of excess and weird extravagance. As if shedding their societal restraints, they immerse themselves in a whirlwind of crazy bewilderment, confusion and glut. Horror simmer and emotional fears and disgusting vertigo unfold. In a crazy black and white session, In a room of vacuum horror, weird mirrors and soft sofas, Mister Crazy Wild Chimpanzee and Monster Human Master are melting together while having a hug. A nonsense science fiction set of plastic gadgets is showing on the exposed sides amazing features. The weird always changing Victorian environment only serves to magnify the uncanny chaos and entropy of their sterile and neutral deep desires. Their dear very furry influenced friend name is Monster Master, he merely echoes polished low creativity and blind optimism. The instant is leaving behind a immaterial sense of disgust for any observer. Pure vacuum and infinite coincidence beauty, a set of pure awsome abstractions and shiny superficial enigmas in a place not of this world. Floating entities resembling flowers unseen in the world. A mistery made of plastic and shockwaves of doubt.