Steven Woloshen Movies

Combining celluliod manipulation techniques with footage of swimmers, this experimental short work is an ode to light, movement, time, memory, and...

A toe-tapping, swinging, sensational handmade animation, illustrating the music of Benny Goodman.

In 1914, a man abandoned his horse and escaped the impending disaster that loomed overhead. Man, horse and barn. They are all either dead or...

Juju African Sacred music provides the trip through the handmade graphic jungle of hand lettering.

A visual reinterpretation of dance and animated found footage.

Shards of film fly from the screen with the frenetic sounds of Fats Waller on the piano.

An archeological journey into light and time.

The bull fights are over. Now the bulls invite you to the world's biggest party.

An essay in colour harmonics and visual overtones. Conceived and produced as part of the Images Film Festival's Minute Movies.

Ditty Dot Comma is a hand-painted, wide screen 35mm film that honours the relationship between the eye and the ear. The dot and the comma, literary...

When all the voices have been silenced, only one will remain. And when this last voice is no longer heard...

Striking colors and rhythmic energy imbue a pulsing, manic vitality to this animated-on-film, dialogue-free short in which Woloshen seeks to capture...

My daughter's expression for beautiful sunset.

An experimental animation that recalls a treacherious, winter journey across a Montréal landmark.

The enduring romance of the lines. A visual exploration of Dave Brubeck's jazz classic "Take Five".

A short film about love and loss and the Matabeleland tribe of Southern Rhodesia.

This lush and vibrant animation combines found footage, scratch and inking techniques. A fine demonstration of individual experience within the...

In Barthes' essay, "The Grain of the Voice", the concept of the "genosong" was evoked to separate the sound of the voice from its language. Visual...

Unlike television comedies, many of our family conversations don't make sense, but when my Father talks, we struggle to understand.

Frame by frame, we see abstract, hand-painted images tussle with scraps of photographic representation. Which will win? Woloshen crafts a cascade of...