when i first discovered the work of svankmajer years ago, i felt he had sat in on my dreams, uncovered all my deepest secrets, and made beautifully uncanny art out of them in a way i’ll never be capable of. he’s all guts. “the ossuary” blew me away the first time i watched it – its mere existence both comforted and astounded me and i want very badly to one day view it with my own eyes. american culture, it seems to me, prefers to hide death. put it under ground. burn it. sterilize it. but really, i much prefer something beautiful and strange be made out of such sadness.