Notes from the Underground Part One — Animation: Prozac or Kyosaku?
In the late Thirties, Alberto Giacometti was a highly regarded member of André Breton's surrealist group. As he was having problems with the making of a head (a sculpture), he hired a model, a model he planned on keeping for about a week, a time he felt would be more than sufficient for him to master the head once again and go on with his own compositions.
However, the more he looked at the model, the more he worked on his sculptures and drawings, the more mysterious the whole thing became. "Nothing was like I imagined," he said.
At about the same time, Breton came to visit Giacometti's studio and was very annoyed at seeing him working once again "from the visible." When Alberto tried to explain to him why he was working again so diligently "from nature," Breton went into a fury, shouting: "A head? A head? Everybody knows what a head looks like!"
Giacometti's "Nothing was like I imagined," is a real key here, and I assert that the point of all Art (to which animation has a lot to contribute) is to give both the artist and the viewer(s) a glimpse of the difference between the world we take for granted (as we "imagine" and expect it to be), and the world as uniquely experienced by each one of us bereft of those expectations.
"Art is what makes me see" is possibly one of the most meaningful things ever said about that.

"Nothing was like I imagined." 
"Nothing was like I imagined." 
"Nothing was like I imagined."























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