Marie has lost the precious memories of her mother and her magic spell. One day she meets a mysterious nutcracker in her dream and strays off into an extraordinary world.
We cannot stay here any longer. We must leave tomorrow morning. A clown convinces and hurries the residents of an amusement park, a girl, a gay, a soldier, a dog, to be in time for the merry-go-round.
How to spend a ten-minute break at club activities. Let us take off [our] shoes and socks, and enjoy the fresh breeze between our toes. We are all flesh after all.
A story of two boys told through a dragonfly specimen. Is the story told from the boy’s side? Or is this a dragonfly’s dream?
One day is presented by shiritori, a word game of last and first. A chain of images in one line evolves the story of this game.
A rat happens to find a small theater and falls in love with a small wind-up doll girl there.
Blood is circulated around, calmly replacing itself, making us alive. It throbs ceaselessly without any attention. It carries on
Increasing in number, small rabbits take care of a great dolphin. Can the dolphin get to sleep by rabbits’ gentle caress? May many people have a good sleep and sweet dreams tonight even in the world with whining sounds and wriggle of yin and yang.
Four years ago while out for a walk in Ome, I picked up an intriguing stone of 30cm across. Then I wanted to pursue its image until its ultimate end.
The story of Bear, Acorn, Prawn Fritter, and Reading Glasses, or Specs, who live in a flat called Daisy Lodge from summer to a winter morning. And it continues to someday when we look back today.
This animation shows how the liquid in a glass erupts, spreads, mixes, and overflows.
The theme is ‘one continues to live, leaving his trace.’ It is an abstract animation in which movement is done by repetition of pencil drawings and erasure on a piece of paper.
A girl plays alone in the twilight park. Unexpectedly there appears a strange cotton candy man who makes magical cotton candies, which transform themselves into various animals and give the girl a happy fluffy moment.
A man walks. His form wobbles precariously. The world is hard to tell subjective or objective. His body is cut in pieces. Only the power of image can make these unite.
A spring night, I walked past a ‘god’. I wonder if it was a cat or a man. Or was it a wind I felt in a slumber? They were certainly there, celebrating the cycle of lives in small ways.
All of a sudden, a boy starts to play hopscotch. Kicking stone[s] is. . . simply play, but it doesn’t work as simply as it seems. He struggles by the rule he made himself.
Suffering from her delusion, K tries to depict her disorder in her paintings. In her dream, she finds a frame, which makes her believe that drawing is her destiny.
I get up in the morning, prepare myself, wait for a bus, then the train, go to school, and return home. Days go by even while I wonder about, cry, or sleep.
I want to leave home,” a pet fish told a boy one day. The boy reluctantly takes the fish out to the sea to ‘keep his promise,’ as it says. Their recollections on the way became slightly discrepant.
Mom and Dad imagine their little baby in Mom’s tummy, which is just like a universe filled with amniotic fluid and the baby is having an adventure there.