DELUGE

I honestly don’t know what just happened - but I couldn’t look away. It was like drowning in emotions I couldn’t name. It was weird, but also beautiful.

This was a masterclass in controlled chaos. The way forms collapsed into each other, the way sound blurred meaning - it reminded me of Brakhage crossed with digital decay.

IT achieves what many films attempt: to depict not what happened, but how it felt. It resists explanation, and that’s the point. A deeply interior work, both personal and unsettlingly universal.

It felt like a therapy session without words - where everything suppressed floats to the top in texture, shape, noise. The idea that memory can flood you, swallow you, and then leave you new - that stayed with me.

Deluge feels like a visual poem on memory as trauma architecture. The animation technique - layering, erasing, morphing - mimics how memory rewrites itself.