S A P P H I R E
Using lush cinematic imagery of stunning natural beauty to a mournful soundtrack, this experimental film inspires you to wonder at the earth.
My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear:
That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming
The owner’s tongue doth publish every where.
Our love was new and then but in the spring
When I was wont to greet it with my lays,
As Philomel in summer’s front doth sing
And stops her pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue,
Because I would not dull you with my song.
Director, Camera, Edit: Ruslan Aksenov
Sound: Stanislav Paushev
Color: Konstantin Kuchin
Subtitles: Mariya Grigoryan
Music: Disasterpeace — Mud Water