This session offers practical insights into the distribution of animated short films, led by Gaëtan Trigot, founder of Pentacle Productions. Drawing from recent films handled by his company, Trigot will unpack effective festival strategies, international circulation pathways, and alternative distribution opportunities. Through real-world examples, participants will gain a clearer understanding of how to position their work, reach wider audiences, and navigate the evolving landscape of short film distribution.

The virtual world is no longer confined to screens — it now merges with architecture, light, sound, and scale.
Across concerts, festivals, award shows, and immersive installations, digital creation has moved into physical space. Stages become a living environment. Buildings transform through projection mapping. Lasers draw graphics in the air. Drones animate the sky. Media servers synchronise visuals with audio, lighting, special effects, and execute real-world physics with the virtual world.
In these environments, there is no room for error and no second take. Perspective shifts with position, and the audience becomes part of the experience.
This session explores how creativity, with the help of technology, converges to design experiences that people step into.

We require an unimaginable span of time to explain the origin and existence of our cosmos. Billions of years. And yet, in the strange realm of spooky entanglements, time hardly appears to matter.
Curiously, this resembles what we call ‘suspension of disbelief’… the quiet agreement we make at the beginning of an animated world. We accept that time may stretch, fold, vanish, or make mistakes like in a dream.
When the forest dwelling original people of the Western Ghats were asked how elephants die, they answered: “Elephants don’t die. They lie on their sides at night and explode into butterflies.”
The slow decay, the stillness, the waiting, the scavengers… all that heavy, unpleasant time for maggots to grow wings…removed. In its place is only chrysalis. Wings in the dark. What magic it makes! Death becomes a poem!
Like wood is to the carpenter, surely time is to the maker of tales.