WHERE BLUE MEETS RED

I didn’t really know what I was watching at first, but then I kinda just let go… and wow. It felt like the colors were breathing. Blue and red weren’t just colors - they were moods.

The abstraction here recalls early experimental animation - Fischinger, McLaren, but with a risograph twist. There’s a tactile pulse to it. Were the improvisations made live to the score, or edited afterward? Either way, the rhythm of ink is undeniable.

Awesome!!! I didn’t understand what it was or how it works, but the effect was stunning. The combination of music and color play created a firework of energetic sensations in the body. Energy currents of varying intensity moved through me, as if playing and bringing the body to life. Surprisingly, the film didn’t affect my emotions — it affected my physical sensations. Thank you!

This is what I live for! Risograph texture meeting jazz - it’s like visual bebop. The sync between image and trumpet phrasing? Pure delight. I could watch this projected at a club, honestly.

I couldn’t explain what it meant, but I felt it. There were moments when red kind of took over - and I felt anxious. Then blue came back - and I relaxed. It was like color therapy.

A rare feat: non-narrative animation that keeps you fully engaged. The analog imperfections of risograph printing - layering, bleeding, misalignment - add humanity to abstraction. It’s jazz in motion, with pigment.