My wife makes animated films. Because of her, I quite often find myself at an animation festival or in a cinema…watching some strange and beautiful new film dreamed up by an animator somewhere in the world.
That’s my luck!
Like puppet theatre and poetry, I think of animation as one of the art forms that can genuinely come close to making magic.
Over the years, animated films I’ve seen have sparked all sorts of ideas that have fed into my writing.
Here’s one – a twelve-minute-long film by Hungarian director Géza M Tóth. I saw it five years ago at the Anima Mundi festival in Sao Paulo.
It has stuck in my mind!