Jacques Perconte Movies

Experiment in abstraction through the discovery of bodies and of the senses: six moments in a story of a meeting. The story of two (or three) bodies....

The Satyagraha (from Sanskrit सत्याग्रह) or embrace the truth "(satya = truth agraha = seizure)...

A recording of a generative work by Jacques Perconte.

First series of tracking shots through the streets of Paris. The digital lights of Paris in early spring sparkle from Belleville to the Marais.

The wind blew from the starting of the Ferry. Offshore, the swell could make the travel difficult, but that boat would split the sea and project its...

Generative film 2013.

From Rotterdam.

It may be the view of the ocean from the cliffs that I prefer in Upper Normandy. It is from these two plans that my film impressions started. It is...

A new adventure above the Alps.

Frozen carbon storms, fused rocks caught in eternity, spatial variations in temperature, uneven topography, and modulations of undulatory...

These few steps in the forest are a hundred and eight times that we see them. With each new repetition, the colors slide and feed. The color reflects...

A peaceful image transforms imperceptibly into a blood-red scene. Below the soothing waves of the sea, deep unrest simmers. Digital impressionism. An...

The tree of life, an almost monochromatic cycle where the dominant is not an absolute rule. Here is a tree in the forest. It is from it that life...

Rhythmic convulsions, erotic syncopations, mechanics of bodies, red invading shadows and tinting the skin…

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Misappropriation of the background from the 2012 N.S poster: "A Strong France". The poster is once more subverted. But this time, it is up to you to...

In the heart of the mountains, the most precious minerals are hidden in the stone. Some people read the history of our universe in the rock folds,...

"The camera always returns to these places by the same paths, the same looks. The river from above, this ruined tomb always on our left, sometimes an...

Quenched in the Klimt’s gold, the aurora upon Budapest shines of thousand fires. The tiny birds seam to be flying from the firmament and...