When one begins to feel the slow, endless passing of time, it is not an experience to be cherished, one to be abhorred, instead. What is hell, after all, if not a state of mind, defined by an eternal, monotonous existence with no end in sight? The film desires to explore the same.
It brings to life the voice of a pencil and how it found itself fortunate enough to be in the hands of a great artist. However, tragedy soon cut short the course of its happiness, and that's when the pencil truly began to feel the flow of time. The film invokes all of these concerns, and attempts to adopt an experimental approach to engage with them by locating its protagonist amidst a world of paintings and sculptures.
Read LessIt brings to life the voice of a pencil and how it found itself fortunate enough to be in the hands of a great artist. However, tragedy soon cut short the course of its happiness, and that's when the pencil truly began to feel the flow of time. The film invokes all of these concerns, and attempts to adopt an experimental approach to engage with them by locating its protagonist amidst a world of paintings and sculptures.
