After a poem by J.H. Leopold. The camera flies across a three-dimensional world, in which the objects (houses, trees, people) are flat and drawn with thick cartoon lines. The result looks like a huge raree show. We end up in the house of a painter, who is furiously wrestling with his painting. Until he discovers, in the raindrops on the window, a new play of colours. Without words, but with a melancholy tune.
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