tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54215340793366477062024-03-13T07:06:33.266-07:00FilmsVidéosDepuis 2002 je filme toutes sortes de choses pour le simple plaisir de jouer avec des images en mouvement.
Ce sont des croquis, des dessins, un passe-temps, rien d'autre.Rober Racinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920191893550976713noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421534079336647706.post-6438035465003739042008-06-14T11:20:00.000-07:002008-06-14T20:54:03.515-07:00Un avion dans un ciel d'hiver<p align="center"></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dze1f-bPYo2MWDFozPffYBAOp3n-tCTn9o6jnAujh2pVIrAkDobyw8IA5c9EIhqf6FnfhR8R7K2xjRMbw3pag' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Rober Racinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920191893550976713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421534079336647706.post-77576314873110853042008-03-22T10:43:00.000-07:002008-03-27T16:10:18.343-07:00Des hommes sur le toit<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Des hommes sur le toit, au pied d'un réservoir fusée.<br />C'est bien sûr autre chose, mais c'est aussi ça.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">49 secondes.<br />2007</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy3GSc-CB6-RvP2qcRxELTBwRaBmVLq2oR3dnEXhRRXJroOFGbJY3PgLTbITa5rXvjtv_DDz830R6SNy02L0Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Rober Racinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920191893550976713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421534079336647706.post-69184954231902830362007-07-21T20:52:00.000-07:002008-03-22T23:38:08.457-07:00Toit<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sur un toit, un ancien réservoir rappelle une fusée.<br />Un regard apparaîtra, le module lunaire, des oiseaux, le ciel bleu, un avion.<br />Tout cela dans l'espace, le temps, l'histoire de vos yeux, en croix.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1 minute 40 secondes<br />2007</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzZa2hFgT4Ot8lMGqiPRZXZL7fJJirkkG_c73ZY7XT9UP1wWAZZciD3BmbL6dembMzJMQG4vTC-dmepEHurZA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Rober Racinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920191893550976713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421534079336647706.post-21846303919551688152007-06-24T23:39:00.000-07:002008-03-22T23:52:52.537-07:00L'une d'elles respire, bouge<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">Toutes ces petites croix noires sur les photographies prises sur la lune.<br />L'une d'elles respire, bouge.<br />Les habitants de la Terre vivent en elle.<br />La lune se colore puis disparaît.</div></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1 minute 10 secondes</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2007</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxgGCYKPeiS9EX6EzXXtTEAKX6WhSYnlX9NtsrjBIRZ3OKS9clJjgtxlWBW1SAc2kne7X2ywFa1VaGEWR6bDg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Rober Racinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920191893550976713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421534079336647706.post-51120934919276134842007-06-24T13:12:00.000-07:002008-03-27T13:29:05.302-07:00Le givre se souvient des flammes<span style="font-size:130%;">Le givre sur un hublot d'avion se rappelle de quelques flammes survolées dans une chapelle près du reflet d'un oeil sur la surface de l'eau bénite.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">24 secondes</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2007</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzuRSFW3LJogeH6f0UJeHzAH8INkPhcy0Hs6EErfkoLgZ-MwQiw7w7hYIfuEPYDofKeXvb60fhQRym1dkn5eQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Rober Racinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920191893550976713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421534079336647706.post-6013802121899166682006-12-16T14:59:00.000-08:002008-03-27T15:26:46.627-07:00Dans la nuit des avions...<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Dans la nuit des avions en phase d'approche passent derrière le réservoir fusée d'un toit de Montréal.<br />Apparaissent parfois, superposées, des lumières de Noël qui rappellent tout ce que nous savons.</span></p><p>3 minutes 16 secondes<br />2006</p><p></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxn8cfjd302Xfy62InApW9QQ7ytozpLYGyb1pm78Ve1S2dF3F9dgmCF2bVk1V9cjtSGFyzhWGFWq8BhHj9rEA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Rober Racinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920191893550976713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421534079336647706.post-60321962950899210462003-03-11T21:36:00.000-08:002008-03-22T10:52:55.429-07:00Dans mes yeux<p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Mes yeux, le module lunaire d'Apollo 15, le cratère Tsiolkovsky sur la surface de la lune.<br />Un temps d'arrêt pour essayer autre chose.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">1 minute 27 secondes.<br />2003<br /></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxOnfWMR6RccmPcPwU5G7lFzC8BwWOcVPs5zfhTI8bcbQ2LITFG15LrGYzWzZlwd0uQlAtkWnYbcqrdHXP3eQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Rober Racinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920191893550976713noreply@blogger.com0