I feel like this should be used for something cool, but I don’t have the creativity to find one.
- Cordelia Vorkosigan from Barrayar by Lois McMaster Bujold.
Italian experimental animator and director Rino Stefano Tagliafierro graduated at the ISIA of Urbino and IED - European Institute of Design in Milan. He has made many music videos for major Italian and international artists and collaborated with studio Bazzani for the production of fashion video for designer and with studioN!03 for videoprojection and interactiveinstallations for exhibitions, museums and special events.
Over the years he has had experience in visual art and videomapping with Claudio Sinatti and assistant director, art-direction and compositing with the study K48. In 2013 he gave birth along with other two filmmakers on the project audio/visual Karmachina. He has participated in many festivals and competitions, receiving several international awards. In 2014 he published the short animated film BEAUTY that brings the tradition of pictorial beauty to life.
"An inspiration that returns to us the sense of one fallen, and the existential brevity that the author interprets as tragic dignity, with an unenchanted eye able to capture the profoundest sense of the image. Beauty in this interpretation is the silent companion of Life, inexorably leading from the smile of the baby, through erotic ecstasies to the grimaces of pain that close a cycle destined to repeat ad infinitum. They are, from the inception of a romantic sunrise in which big black birds fly to the final sunset beyond gothic ruins that complete the piece, a work of fleeting time." (Giuliano Corti for BEAUTY Manifesto)
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New Illustration: Space Sirens
The last remaining astronaut watched helplessly as his comrades left the ship one by one and were carried away. He told himself that he would not succumb the way his shipmates had; he knew he would struggle. But the creatures, if they could even be called that, somehow seemed to know him, and when his turn came and the singing of the cosmos reached a crescendo in his ears, his mind emptied of all but the desire to join them in the void. Gazing into the creature’s face, he mused on how tender, how gentle its embrace seemed to be, and even as his oxygen supply dwindled he did not resist.
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