Koji Yamamura Movies

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

Short animation by Simon Feat at Tokyo University of the Arts

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

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...

Numbers stations were prominently used during the Cold War. A boy was tuning the radio in the snow mountain and happened to tune the shortwave of...

This is the story of Pluto, a planet that has been removed from the solar system and is wandering alone in the vastness of space, and its satellite,...

On various forms expanded in all directions and a dance by a man in tights.

How to spend a ten-minute break at club activities. Let us take off [our] shoes and socks, and enjoy the fresh breeze between our toes. We are all...

Early short animation by Koji Yamamura.

A seaside school. In the corridor stands the principal, beloved of the high-spirited youngsters. Gazing at a picture of a whale drawn as a child, the...

Ivory consumption in Japan is a bit of a problem. It needs to be stamped out.

At the waterside surrounded by factories and waste lives a white frog. It loves a goldfish who also lives in the neighbourhood. Recently the...

What lives in a lonely boy’s ear? And why a boy’s ear? The boy who grew up as a man set out on a journey to collect lonely voices again....

An animated archive of imaginary monsters written by a fictitious mosterologist in Medieval Europe.

People can show some other personality when eating. Some become like herbivores, chewing so many times. Some becomes like carp, crowing around...

Several painted figures are superimposed.

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

I get up in the morning, prepare myself, wait for a bus, then the train, go to school, and return home. Days go by even while I wonder about, cry,...

A subtle and softened x-ray tinted journey through an opaque, undescribed stratosphere.