Leif Huron’s The Valley at Tribeca Film Festival

Leif Huron, whose work has graced the pages and walls of several Conveyor Arts productions, is screening his short film The Valley in the Journeys Across Cultural Landscapes program of this year’s Tribeca Film Festival.

Huron’s 10-minute gem examines an instability between wild and domestic space. It plays on the tension between search and enclosure, territory and flight, the desire to aspire, and a need to find home.

The Journeys Across Cultural Landscapes program will be shown on April 19 and 27 at 7pm (Clearview Cinemas Chelsea 5), April 28 at 11:30pm (Clearview Cinemas Chelsea 7), and April 29 (Tribeca Cinemas Theater 1). Q&A with Huron and the other filmmakers in the series will follow.

Clearview Cinemas Chelsea
260 West 23rd Street between 7th & 8th Avenues

Tribeca Cinemas
54 Varick Street at Laight Street

Film Screening at 25CPW

In collaboration with the launch of Red Roots Gallery and the Macabre & Mysticism exhibition, Conveyor will be screening a handful of films in the 25CPW Gallery this Saturday Night Only! 

AND, OF THE OTHER, a film by Leif Huron

My parameters are simple… To place one subject on liminal terrain in which the demarcation between wild and domesticated space is not entirely fixed. This film is my provisional framing of an observation of this phenomenon moving through time.

My interest is to explore a narrative strategy that values condition over plotting; to initiate a zone of indeterminacy, images not entirely crystallized, a potentiality of outcomes and sensory [inter] relations not resolved, but strange, mutable and alive.

Saturday will mark the first screening of AND, OF THE OTHER in it’s final state!

AND, OF THE OTHER

Video Projection

Camera+Scenario+Edit: Leif Huron

Main Theme: Jason Millard

Sound Design: toiletooth

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aphasiaticisms (x study) by Jeremy Haik

Recently I have been dissecting the physical form of language in the printed word. Using various material and digital means, I remove and alter textual forms from the covers and pages of books. The resulting works take the form of either still or moving images. This process involves a conscious effort to remove the fundamental purpose of textual signs which is to explicitly name the text, author, and ideas contained within. Yet when this fundamental element is removed or obscured there still remains the matter of the book itself. The colors, shapes, images etc. that surround the place where the text resides are not invisible and carry a significant phenomenological and conceptual weight. The work is a move towards understanding exactly where those visual elements are situated within my field of vision as it moves between the physical forms of the book, and as my frame of mind moves between the ideas the text contains. Among my concerns within the work are questions of authorship, archival impulses, the metaphysics of presence, and the misplaced desire for immediate access to absolute meaning.  

Jeremy Haik is an artist and film-maker living in Brooklyn. He is currently pursuing Masters of Fine Art in Photography, Video and Related Media at the School of Visual Arts. His work looks at the slippages and inconsistencies of language through the combination of material and digital practices. His website is { www.haikstudio.com }

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Systems, a film by Molly Surno & Colin Sonner

Molly Surno is artist and curator based in Harlem.  Currently she is enrolled in the Visual Arts MFA program at Columbia. She has exhibited her multimedia installations in galleries throughout the country, and is represented by Gasser Grunert Gallery in Chelsea.  Three years ago she founded an avant garde film and live music performance series Cinema 16, which has showcased spaces such as the Metropolitan Museum of Art, PS1, and the Kitchen.  Her work has been featured in the New Yorker, New York Times, LA Times, Wall Street Journal, NYLON, Filmmaker Magazine, Vice, among others. { www.mollysurno.com }

Colin Sonner is a Brooklyn based director and cinematographer. He has directed short films and music videos and shot for, inter alia, the BBC, PBS, and A&E.  He also holds an MA in Philosophy from Boston University.

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Macabre & Mysticism

Exhibition Opening
Saturday, October 29th from 6 – 10pm.

Red Roots Gallery
25 Central Park West
New York, NY 10023

For more information visit: { www.redrootsgallery.com }

Leif Huron and Jane Flett {Part 2} I bunked off today.   I closed the laptop lid and cooed, “Hush child, stay here; I promise I’ll return.”   The sun had already sucked the water from the marshland.  All that was left was spittle and dandelion clocks, fragments of glass glittering like the mosaics of waterfalls.   A Hasidic Jew cycled by through the grass.  It was strange to see him there, so far from town.  He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.   I did not try to step through him.   I was busy counting the buttercups and the daisies and recording the tallies in a squared maths jotter.  So far, the daisies were trouncing the buttercups seventy-nine to forty and it seemed the buttercups were losing faith, preparing themselves for the button-lipped disappointment of the car ride home.   I was holding out, however, even allowing a jaunty cirrus to distract me from a daisy clump or two: “Aloha, buddy! How’s the view up there?”   / I have always had a thing for the underdog.   At the end of the marshes lay the octopus tree, beckoning for a hug with his open branches.  There was nothing to do but clamber, scuff-kneed, into the boughs.   I found a nook to rest my cheek against and inhaled the smell of broken pencils.  I knew I would be safe here from the protestations of the working week, from its spindly, tyrannous fingers.   I knew, if I wanted it, the afternoon was mine. I was free as a feather to play kiss chase with my brain. —- Jane Flett lives in London where she writes stories, plays synthpunk cello solos and drinks too much gin. You can visit her at: {www.janeflett.com} Leif Huron studied film direction and cinematography at the Academy of Film, Television and Performing Arts in Prague, CZ.  His films and photographs have been featured as part of the American Photo 2008 Photos of the Year competition, Rush Arts Gallery Freeze Frame exhibition at Art Basel Miami, VUU Collective 2011 Group Show at K&K Gallery, and at Diagonale 2011 Film Festival, Graz, Austri, among others.  He is currently a Candidate for MFA in Photography and Related Media at Parsons The New School for Design. Leif lives and works in Brooklyn.  {www.leifhuron.com} —- Words with Pictures is a weekly two-part post that pairs photographers and writers. The first week, a writer is given a photograph to inspire the creation of a new piece of writing. The following week the photographer is given a piece of writing and responds with a new photographic piece. This series is curated by Conveyor Editor Dominica Paige.

Leif Huron and Jane Flett {Part 2}

I bunked off today.
 
I closed the laptop lid and cooed, “Hush child, stay here; I promise I’ll return.”
 
The sun had already sucked the water from the marshland.  All that was left was spittle and dandelion clocks, fragments of glass glittering like the mosaics of waterfalls.
 
A Hasidic Jew cycled by through the grass.  It was strange to see him there, so far from town.  He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
 
I did not try to step through him.
 
I was busy counting the buttercups and the daisies and recording the tallies in a squared maths jotter.  So far, the daisies were trouncing the buttercups seventy-nine to forty and it seemed the buttercups were losing faith, preparing themselves for the button-lipped disappointment of the car ride home.
 
I was holding out, however, even allowing a jaunty cirrus to distract me from a daisy clump or two: “Aloha, buddy! How’s the view up there?”
 
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I have always had a thing for the underdog.
 
At the end of the marshes lay the octopus tree, beckoning for a hug with his open branches.  There was nothing to do but clamber, scuff-kneed, into the boughs.
 
I found a nook to rest my cheek against and inhaled the smell of broken pencils.  I knew I would be safe here from the protestations of the working week, from its spindly, tyrannous fingers.
 
I knew, if I wanted it, the afternoon was mine. I was free as a feather to play kiss chase with my brain.

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Jane Flett lives in London where she writes stories, plays synthpunk cello solos and drinks too much gin. You can visit her at: {www.janeflett.com}

Leif Huron studied film direction and cinematography at the Academy of Film, Television and Performing Arts in Prague, CZ.  His films and photographs have been featured as part of the American Photo 2008 Photos of the Year competition, Rush Arts Gallery Freeze Frame exhibition at Art Basel Miami, VUU Collective 2011 Group Show at K&K Gallery, and at Diagonale 2011 Film Festival, Graz, Austri, among others.  He is currently a Candidate for MFA in Photography and Related Media at Parsons The New School for Design. Leif lives and works in Brooklyn.  {www.leifhuron.com}

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Words with Pictures is a weekly two-part post that pairs photographers and writers. The first week, a writer is given a photograph to inspire the creation of a new piece of writing. The following week the photographer is given a piece of writing and responds with a new photographic piece. This series is curated by Conveyor Editor Dominica Paige.


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Leif Huron and Jane Flett {Part 1} It’s the morning after and we are standing in the kitchen like cacti on the opposite sides of an open road pelting through the desert. Camilla’s prettier than a coconut shy, legs like a lily’s stamen. And I know I shouldn’t have, but. We got gin-drunk at the fair. Our edges slackened like jumble-sale cardigan buttons; we giggled at the hoopla boy’s scowl. The air was burnt popcorn promises but we grew tired of those childish songs. So we ran, our feet slapping on the parched earth like silver screen heroines furious with the infidelities of their leading men. We left behind the one-eyed swordsman who cut his girl in two, left the bearded lady with her sad magazine-advert eyes, left the Mexican midget and his tightrope (so small a tightrope, so close to the ground.) We reached the bales. Sat dangle-legged and picnicked on hunks of watermelon. She bit into hers and the juices dribbled down her chin and it looked sticky as the floor when the lights come up, the music dwindles, the boys go home. And I didn’t mean to but the sun was throbbing and I licked her. I licked her syrup-pink candyfloss chin, softer than camisoles on skinned knees. And before I could explain, she was gone. / It’s the morning after and we are standing in the kitchen like cacti and I open my lips to say I’m sorry but there are pits in my teeth as black and patent as London cabs, so I hail one realising it’s time to leave. —- Jane Flett lives in London where she writes stories, plays synthpunk cello solos and drinks too much gin. You can visit her at: {www.janeflett.com} Leif Huron studied film direction and cinematography at the Academy of Film, Television and Performing Arts in Prague, CZ.  His films and photographs have been featured as part of the American Photo 2008 Photos of the Year competition, Rush Arts Gallery Freeze Frame exhibition at Art Basel Miami, VUU Collective 2011 Group Show at K&K Gallery, and at Diagonale 2011 Film Festival, Graz, Austri, among others.  He is currently a Candidate for MFA in Photography and Related Media at Parsons The New School for Design. Leif lives and works in Brooklyn.  {www.leifhuron.com} —- Words with Pictures is a weekly two-part post that pairs photographers and writers. The first week, a writer is given a photograph to inspire the creation of a new piece of writing. The following week the photographer is given a piece of writing and responds with a new photographic piece. This series is curated by Conveyor Editor Dominica Paige.

Leif Huron and Jane Flett {Part 1}

It’s the morning after and we are standing in the kitchen like cacti on the opposite sides of an open road pelting through the desert.

Camilla’s prettier than a coconut shy, legs like a lily’s stamen. And I know I shouldn’t have, but.

We got gin-drunk at the fair. Our edges slackened like jumble-sale cardigan buttons; we giggled at the hoopla boy’s scowl.

The air was burnt popcorn promises but we grew tired of those childish songs. So we ran, our feet slapping on the parched earth like silver screen heroines furious with the infidelities of their leading men.

We left behind the one-eyed swordsman who cut his girl in two, left the bearded lady with her sad magazine-advert eyes, left the Mexican midget and his tightrope (so small a tightrope, so close to the ground.)

We reached the bales. Sat dangle-legged and picnicked on hunks of watermelon. She bit into hers and the juices dribbled down her chin and it looked sticky as the floor when

the lights come up, the music dwindles, the boys go home. And I didn’t mean to but the sun was throbbing and

I licked her.

I licked her syrup-pink candyfloss chin, softer than camisoles on skinned knees.

And before I could explain, she was gone.

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It’s the morning after and we are standing in the kitchen like cacti and I open my lips to say I’m sorry but

there are pits in my teeth as black and patent as London cabs, so I hail one

realising it’s time

to leave.

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Jane Flett lives in London where she writes stories, plays synthpunk cello solos and drinks too much gin. You can visit her at: {www.janeflett.com}

Leif Huron studied film direction and cinematography at the Academy of Film, Television and Performing Arts in Prague, CZ.  His films and photographs have been featured as part of the American Photo 2008 Photos of the Year competition, Rush Arts Gallery Freeze Frame exhibition at Art Basel Miami, VUU Collective 2011 Group Show at K&K Gallery, and at Diagonale 2011 Film Festival, Graz, Austri, among others.  He is currently a Candidate for MFA in Photography and Related Media at Parsons The New School for Design. Leif lives and works in Brooklyn.  {www.leifhuron.com}

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Words with Pictures is a weekly two-part post that pairs photographers and writers. The first week, a writer is given a photograph to inspire the creation of a new piece of writing. The following week the photographer is given a piece of writing and responds with a new photographic piece. This series is curated by Conveyor Editor Dominica Paige.