Koji Yamamura Movies

Clouds flow by. Pictures evaporate. When the act of drawing is in tune with nature’s ways, an ancient poetry echoes through the sky and in due...

Alice goes alone. She opens the doors like she let her legs do the leading and she finds various houses by various people. This work expresses the...

A young man is drawing sketches of birds in the woods. The spotted pattern of the bird’s wings begins to scatter. He gradually becomes...

Two brothers are drawing pictures in art class, but they see completely different things. The younger one is confused by the behavior of his brother,...

A game to find image in a chance. In this Aleatoricism there are much more potentials than what I have moved.

When I touched the sack of cod roe for the first time, it felt exactly like my thighs. It was light pink and so soft. Maybe my whole world is made of...

It's summer vacation and all the kids in the neighborhood have left to visit relatives. But there in the relentless glare of the sun, is a boy...

This film is an allegory towards clumsy people. Having met egocentric people, I go down the stairs of melancholia. I get swallowed up by the waves...

The world is filled with smells -- good smells, nasty smells, nasty but good smells, addictive smells, captivating smells, reminiscent smells, and so...

Four years ago while out for a walk in Ome, I picked up an intriguing stone of 30cm across. Then I wanted to pursue its image until its ultimate end.

Various visions of life and death, as seen from an operation table. Did the operation succeed ? Is the patient still alive ?

The story about a Palestinian girl who feeds animals at the zoo.

I try to set this work – a film using texts, or a film-book – between watching and reading. This film is dedicated to J.L. Borges, a...

The borderline of water, a body, or a bathtub gets more and more unclear. All are mixed together in the lukewarm water.

A woman pours milk from the top of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain a man milks and pours it into a tank. One evening his pigeon...

Heartbroken, I bought a bottle of wine and drank it walking home. A tipsy journey reconstructed using the Japanese traditional storytelling method...

A man blown by a blizzard on Snow Mountain wants to return to his warm home.

Bird poo fell in love with the hill but the hill is taken away high above the clouds. Poo is devastated. But then, a triangular telescope falls from...

Big cities are glutted with information. Unconscious curiosity, hidden under apparent indifference, invites us into a noisy loop.

The uncertainty, struggles, and joy of the moment upon becoming an adult. Between lullabies and songs I hum to myself. Between a man and myself. That...