The Fauvist in Spring (2011)

The Fauvist In Spring is a burst of fire in the minds first season.

The Fauves in red flames, the spring in green grass.

It has been a pleasure to work on this short animation with such a talented musician and poet, I hope you enjoy it.

The Fauvist In Spring explains the idea of why we loose that brilliant spark in the childhoods, and how it can be revisited if we recognise it in the adulthoods.

The Fauvist In Spring is Plume Animation’s first 10 minute film featuring a collaboration with poet Dan Cockrill and musician and photographer Julian Ward

The Fauvist In Spring is a burst of fire in the minds first season.

Poem 1
The boy could not stop laughing at his own jokes.

Everything he said he found absolutely hilarious.

“Boy” said his mum, “will you stop laughing, I’m trying to read my book.”

The more he tried to hold in the laughter the more he laughed, trying to stop himself laughing was even funnier than laughing at his own jokes.

‘Boy, just stop it,” said his mum, “I’ve had enough!”

What could he do?

So he bottled the laughter and he labelled the bottle and he placed it on the shelf.

Here it stood for many years untouched, gathering dust, until the label faded and he forgot what was in the bottle.

The Boy was very upset. He was so upset that he started to cry.

“Stop crying those tears” said his dad, “you are acting like a big baby.”

But the more he tried to stop crying the more upset he became and more tears he cried.

“Just stop it,” said his dad, “I’ve had enough!”

What could he do?

So he bottled the tears and he labelled the bottle and he placed it on the shelf. Here it stood for many years untouched, gathering dust, until the label faded and he forgot what was in the bottle.

The Boy came up with up with an amazing idea – a machine that made adults interesting.

But before he made the machine he told his mum his brilliant idea.

“Stop telling me those stupid ideas’ said his mum, “I’m trying to cook dinner!”

But the more he tried to stop thinking of amazing ideas the more ideas he seemed to come up with!

What could he do?

So he bottled the ideas and he labelled the bottle and he placed it on the shelf. Here it stood for many years untouched, gathering dust, until the label faded and he forgot what was in the bottle.

The next day the boy woke up early. He didn’t feel the same any more. It was like he wasn’t his usual self. He was bigger and stronger, taller and longer. His clothes didn’t fit him, his shoes were too small and he no longer wanted to play with his toys.

He started reading newspapers and talking to girls. He stopped watching TV and started listening to documentaries on the radio instead.

He was no longer himself. His old self was gone, left behind on the shelf with the laughter, the tears and the brilliant ideas.

Then it came to him. He realized what had happened. The answer was simple and clear. When children vanish then adults appear.

Poem 2

When my world was turned
Upside down

Everything fell out

In the morning
I fell out of bed

My pens fell out my bag
My money fell out my pocket
My tears fell out my eyes
My thoughts fell out my ears
My anger fell out my mouth
My hate fell out my fists
My love fell out my heart
My heart fell out my chest

Luckily
You walked behind me
And picked them all up.

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