The final for my motion design class. Inspired by the poem which follows. I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
A summer time jam session with my Dad, Matt, Mel. Towards the end you can hear my nephew try to play along with us. The poor guy was crushed when I signed for him to be quiet. Watch his face.