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Night on Bald Mountain (1933) Directed by Alexandre Alexeieff & Claire Parker

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Head Spoon (1972)

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Jan Svankmajer, still from Punch and Judy, 1966

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this is literally how it is

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Suur Tõll  movie poster, book cover and pages from the book

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Suzan Pitt working on the miniature theater set, with an audience of clay figures, from her animated film Asparagus, 1979

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Blood Tea and Red String (2006) Directed and animated by Christiane Cegavske

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Andrey Khrzhanovskiy, Butterfy, 1972

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Here’s something great for you. A very rare first edition of Eduard Uspensky’s book “Gena the Crocodile and His Friends” illustrated by V. Alfeyevsky (published in 1966). It’s the very first presentation of Cheburashka and he looks very different to how we know him now.

In the book Cheburashka was originally described as an “animal unknown to science”, with a body resembling that of a cub, puppy, rabbit or even “the Australian kangaroo”. 

More pictures here.

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Кошка, которая гуляла сама по себе, 1988

the cat who walked by herself

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The Insects’ Christmas, 1913, Wladyslaw Starewicz

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Historia Naturae, Jan Švankmajer (1967) 

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Toptyzhka, Fyodor Khitruk (1964).

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Los hermanos Quay

No pertenecen a la animación soviética pero su obra es obligatoria en la historia del stop-motion.

Street of crocodiles (1986)  – dir. Stephen Quay, Timothy Quay

based on a short story by Bruno Schulz

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“There is no dead matter. Lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hides unknown forms of life. The range of these forms is infinite, and their shades and nuances limitless.”

Bruno Schulz

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The mitten (Varezhka). Roman Kachanov, 1967.  

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Harjutusi iseseisvaks eluks / Ejercicios de preparación de vida independiente - Priit Pärn [1981]

Hace unos días leí un tuit que decía que “es curioso cómo en realidad encontrarnos a nosotros mismos se trata mayormente de regresar a quienes éramos y lo que amábamos cuando éramos niños”. Y siento que de eso va más o menos este corto de Priit Pärn, en el que la libertad y la imaginación pura e inocente de un niño contagian la vida monótona de un hombre adulto.