@mojmrtzvi.com
Filmmaker / Writer / Visual Poet Capturing what moves me, breaks me, remakes me. Posting thoughts, films, dreams, and whatever won’t leave me alone. 🎞️ mojmrtzvi.com ✍️ Essays on Substack https://substack.com/@mojmrtzvi?r=22uyqp&utm_medium=ios
One of the things i like about bluesky, is that it is like a blackhole! Everything you put into it, it will vanish and nobody can notice it. It is a perfect place for my thoughts!
🎬Transient;
I just wrapped up my latest short film and I can’t wait to share it with you all! If you’re interested in watching it, just drop me a message here and I’ll send you the link directly. Your support means the world! 🤍
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Much appreciated 😭🤍🤍🤍
My first video essay is live:
Fragments Against Ruins — A Love Letter to Cinema 🎥
Would love your thoughts & support. 🍻🤍
👉 youtu.be/Cy-XXX5FHwc
A lone tree.
A few birds.
The hush of snow.
The Sound of Lost Trees — a poetic short film shot on expired 35mm.
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Check out these photos I just shared on Behance!
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Close-up of eyes peeking over a red anthurium flower, intense and mysterious gaze with blurred foliage behind.
Portrait with head slightly tilted, red flower next to cheek, a quiet confidence in her expression.
Black and white photo, the woman sits on a stone ledge, looking down at flowers in her hand with a quiet sadness.
Portrait in golden sunlight, soft expression, lips partially hidden behind a red flower, eyes open and full of emotion.
I stepped into the silence with a bouquet and a pulse.
The flower didn’t speak—but it listened.
The camera didn’t move—but it remembered.
Every frame is a breath I couldn’t take in words.
#mojmrtzvi #filmicportrait #moodyaesthetic #poeticphotography #femaleportrait #visualpoetry #cinematicphoto
This is a reel about my short film #look_into_my_eyes I would appreciate it if you check this out on IG.
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Ever wondered what it’s like to be an amateur filmmaker in a chaotic world?
I share raw thoughts, behind-the-scenes stories, and pieces of my journey here:
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Join the channel if you love cinema, melancholy, and creation from scratch.
—Moj
#Ikiru #kurosawa
That means so much—thank you! Just reading this brought a smile to my face. I’d love to see the pictures when you get the chance. It’s truly kind of you to share that glimpse of Van Gogh’s world. 🍻
That’s incredible—you live near such a meaningful place in art history. The Painting has always moved me with its raw honesty and humanity.Van Gogh’s struggle bleeds through every brushstroke. It’s comforting to remember that imperfection was the essence of his greatness. Thank you for sharing that.
Yes, exactly! Perfection might please the machine, but it’s the imperfections that move the human heart. The soul lives in the cracks, the hesitations, the brushstrokes that don’t follow the rules. Thanks for sharing that—it resonates deeply.
Absolutely—beautifully put. Like salt in a dish, AI can enhance flavor but ruin the meal if it overpowers everything. The soul still needs to come from the artist’s hand and heart.
A quiet man sings in a smoky bar — and everything stops. I wrote about one of the most haunting scenes in Kurosawa’s Ikiru, and what it tells us about life, time, and being truly alive.
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That means a lot to hear. I think you’re right — snow doesn’t just cover the land, it unveils something internal too. Maybe that’s why expired film worked so well — it forgets details the way memory does. I’m glad it spoke to you.
Cheers!
The age of #AI will not kill art.
It will kill everything that isn’t art.
Thanks a lot for the recommendation, @theacousticeggbox.bsky.social 🙏 I’m already reading Pity the Reader and loving it. It’s like having #Vonnegut whisper his thoughts directly into your ear—witty, wise, and unexpectedly moving. Sharing a few favorite moments from the book 📖
Director’s statement of Look Into My Eyes short film. Here is IG page of the film: www.instagram.com/lookintomyey...
Shot these on expired film during a snowy walk. something about the way old film reacts to cold light… it feels like memory, not photography.
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They are so poetic and beautiful, keep going! ✊
Ah, brilliant — thanks so much for sharing it, Ian! Pity the Reader sounds exactly like the kind of book I need right now. Already added it to my list. Can’t wait to get into Vonnegut’s mind a bit more.
I love how each of your photos becomes a piece of drama!
You’re right, Lawrence. We do have a few tools, even if small — like choosing how we show up. And yeah, you nailed it… doing our thing without spiraling into fear is the hard part. But maybe that’s where the soul of the work really begins. Thanks for reminding me.
Thanks a lot, Ian!
I haven’t read Vonnegut yet, but you’ve convinced me — I’ll add that book to my list. What’s the title, if you don’t mind sharing?
Thank you so much, Lisa 💜
Yes — nuance is what keeps language alive and human. I totally relate to that joy of finding a strange, glowing word in poetry. It’s like a little rebellion against flatness.
