Lucía López

Four days without sleep, jumping into Morpheus World is her only chance.

Animated short film painted with oil on transparent acetate. This project is about the poetic instant. Just as a Haiku, it cannot be defined as such only by its metric; an instant cannot be defined according to its duration. The duration of an instant is similar to the vibration of a note, it passes through our body and leaves a resonance; we don't know when it starts or when it ends. The moment dissolves and makes way, but leaves a trail in its path. The instant is poetic because it is situated between what we don't have and what is escaping from us.

After spending her childhood in her father's glass shop, the author interprets glass as a familiar material. A confused childhood observed 20 years later, a childhood that the glazier's daughter tries to treasure using paint and glass, elements that she will soon discover are just as fragile as her own memory.

Four days without sleep, jumping into Morpheus World is her only chance.

Four days without sleep, jumping into Morpheus World is her only chance.

Animated short film painted with oil on transparent acetate. This project is about the poetic instant. Just as a Haiku, it cannot be defined as such only by its metric; an instant cannot be defined according to its duration. The duration of an instant is similar to the vibration of a note, it passes through our body and leaves a resonance; we don't know when it starts or when it ends. The moment dissolves and makes way, but leaves a trail in its path. The instant is poetic because it is situated between what we don't have and what is escaping from us.

After spending her childhood in her father's glass shop, the author interprets glass as a familiar material. A confused childhood observed 20 years later, a childhood that the glazier's daughter tries to treasure using paint and glass, elements that she will soon discover are just as fragile as her own memory.