Yesterday I watched How Wang-fo was saved, a short film directed by René Laloux. It is based on a short story written by Margarite Yourcenar.Very nice!
You can read the story in Spanish here!
“A Chinese emperor, raised in isolation with only a renowned artist’s
paintings to serve as an indication of the outside world, sends for the
artist in question in order to punish him when he discovers that
reality doesn’t come close to matching the beauty of his art, in
Laloux’s conventionally animated but thought-provokingly compelling
short film.” —Iain Stott
Subtle, fragile, beautiful, brilliant. This kind of film gives me peace.
There is the film itself as art and your reaction to it. There is the
reaction of the Emporer to Wang-fo’s art in the face of a reality that
doesn’t hold up in comparison. There is the artist’s ability to become
so immersed in his art that he is literally able to slip loose of this
world.
More than any one of these things, it’s about art and its
relationship to humanity. Yet inasmuch as it is about these things it
offers no clear answers. Like the greatest questions in life, its answer
lies in that peaceful meditation without the need for a firm grasp. For
the film, being is enough.
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