黏土定格動畫：由黏土與真羽毛做成的小鴨一步步長成有著人類金髮的鴨子，走進城市

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定格黏土動畫，手工製作、觸感豐富的材質，混合真實材料，—連續橫向跟拍鏡頭，攝影機以她自己的步行速度在一旁滑行，微距攝影景深。作品從柔和晨光下、深沉苔綠色調的森林池塘開始，最後來到冷冽鎢絲燈光下的城市人行道。[剪接] 一隻覆著柔軟真實黃色絨毛的迷你黏土小鴨，在森林池塘的泥濘岸邊搖搖擺擺地走著，旁邊有真實的乾燥蘆葦和真實的毛氈睡蓮葉，腳下則是真實的苔蘚；牠的身體輕輕顫抖，背後幾根黃色羽毛鬆脫，飄落在身後的泥地上。[剪接] 牠邁步時，身體已經拉長；胸前仍黏著真實的黃色絨毛，真實的棕白相間雉雞羽毛則在背部和尾部展開，橘色黏土喙逐漸變深，呈現更濃郁的琥珀色，泥濘岸邊也變成一條森林小徑，蹼足下鋪著真實的乾燥橡樹葉。[剪接] 此刻牠已是一隻完全成長的黏土鴨——真實毛氈蹼足踩進落葉裡，雙腿則像慢慢拉長的黏土絲線般，沿著裸露的銅線骨架向上延伸；脊椎挺起，兩撮柔軟的真實金髮從頭骨上、仍呈橘色的黏土喙周圍冒出，小徑漸漸變成邊緣長著苔蘚的郊區路肩。[剪接] 她以細細的黏土小腿挺身站立，橘色喙部縮回一半，柔化成黏土肌膚，再鼓起變成豐潤的嘴唇；剩下的雉雞羽毛沿著身體往下滑，散開成真實的粉紅色絲線，絲線自行纏繞在腰間，隨著合身迷你洋裝逐漸成形，路肩也消融成真實灰色紙板製成的人行道，上頭畫著雨水的光澤。[剪接] 黏土女子穿著完成的真實粉紅絲質迷你洋裝，邁步走上城市人行道；真實皮革製成的迷你粉紅高跟鞋在紙板路面上輕輕叩響，她光亮的嘴唇走著走著又悄悄膨大半號，彩繪的迷你店面則在她身後消融於清冷的鎢絲燈霧氣中。[剪接] 她在一間店的櫥窗前停下——攝影機固定不動——她舉起迷你黏土智慧型手機，嘟起嘴唇擺出鴨子嘴自拍姿勢，而嘴唇仍在即時膨脹，每次快門輕輕一響便柔軟地鼓起又回彈，直到遮住她下半張臉；她的雙眼仍帶著笑意，身體一動也不動，神情平淡。

Stop motion claymation, handcrafted tactile materials, mixed real materials, — continuous lateral tracking shot, the camera gliding alongside the subject at her own walking pace, macro photography depth of field. The piece opens at a forest pond in deep mossy greens under soft morning light and ends on a city sidewalk under cold tungsten glow. [cut] A tiny clay duckling, soft with real yellow down, waddles along the muddy shore of a forest pond, real dried reeds and real felt lily pads beside it, real moss underfoot; the body gives a soft shiver and a few yellow feathers loosen at the back, drifting onto the mud behind it. [cut] Mid-stride the body has lengthened, real yellow down still clinging to the chest while real brown-and-white pheasant feathers spread across the back and tail, the orange clay beak darkening to a deeper amber, the muddy shore giving way to a forest path of real dried oak leaves under the webbed feet. [cut] Now a fully grown clay duck — real felt webbed feet pressing into the leaves while the legs draw upward like slow-pulled clay strings over an exposed copper wire armature, the spine lifting, two soft tufts of real blonde human hair pushing through the skull around the still-orange clay beak, the path fading into a moss-edged suburban verge. [cut] Standing tall on thin clay shins, the orange beak half-retracted and softening into clay flesh that swells into puffy lips, the remaining pheasant feathers slipping downward along the body and unspooling into threads of real pink silk that weave themselves around the waist as a fitted mini dress takes shape, the verge dissolving into a sidewalk of real grey cardboard with painted rain sheen. [cut] A clay woman strides onto the city sidewalk in the finished real pink silk mini dress, real tiny pink leather high-heels clicking softly on the cardboard pavement, the glossy lips quietly swelling another half-size as she walks, painted miniature shopfronts dissolving into a cool tungsten haze behind her. [cut] She stops in front of a shop window — the camera holds steady — she raises a tiny clay smartphone, purses her lips into a duck-face pose for a selfie, and the lips keep inflating in real time, swelling and rebounding gently with every soft click of the shutter until they cover the lower half of her face, her eyes still smiling, her body unmoving, deadpan.