ΟBLIVION: A Rotoscoping Videoclip

This thesis is about the production, direction and animation οf a contemporary dance music video lasting four (4) minutes. Its title is "OBLIVION: Music video using the Rotoscoping technique". Its subject is the loss of a great summer love and the pain that comes when this love is over. Its goal for all of its elements be to harmoniously joined together i. e. the dance, the surroundings, the colors, the music and the animation so as to make the viewer feel nostalgic and melancholic.
Director/Animator/Script: Sosanna Natalia Tsaousi Camera man: George Papafilippou Choreography/Dancer: Anastasia Dougali
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