WINDS OF ST. ANNE
4′ 15”, color, 4/3, frame by frame cel animation (c.300 hand drawings), 2008
Directed by Sara Bonaventura

Official video for Carla Bozulich with Evangelista, from the album “Hello, Voyager”, on Constellation Records – 2008

Short portrait of the errant spirit of mad Anne, who lives in the Southern California deserts, a lucifer presence covered with sand, a phantom revealing herself when the Santa Ana wind blows, here depicted and animated with three hundred handmade drawings.

Featured On/Screenings:
Artnoise Magazine (IT/ENG), 2014
Frizzifrizzi Magazine (IT), 2014
Spazio Barnum, Bologna (IT), 2014
Studio QRZ, Udine (IT), 2014
ART HUB, freeUnDo, Milan (IT), 2013
XIII Mestre Film Fest, Venice (IT), 2010
Animafest, Zagreb (HR), 2010
Discogs, 2010
Last.fm, 2010
Qoob TV, 2010
YKS Channel, 2009
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Lyrics by Carla Bozulich

Here’s to the good days of a summer out west.
Here’s to Saint Anne who’s gone mad.
Here’s to the love that bursts from our chests.
Here’s to the good days and bad.
Hot wind is to twist and to twist is to turn and to pull and to ache
with an ocean of burn goin down like a little boat with no anchor
or shame. The west is the best and the wind knows my name….

Happily buzzing thru the dark sky with my hand in my pants.
I can’t dance but I can blow like the wind.
Pay no attention to the trouble I’m in.
Goodnite mad Saint Anne takes another bite mad Saint Anne.

To twist is to turn and to pull and to ache and blow hot through
the cracks in the end of a break of a bone going outside the body
finally in finally in finally into me. Broken bone healed and set in
its ways growing so hard on a hot windy day you can take me to
church or take me to school but baby, it’s gonna be SWINGIN.

Annie’s gone mad Annie’s gone mad.
Here’s to the good days and bad.
Happily buzzing thru the dark sky – she can’t stop if she tried.
Static electric air the wind stands up her hair the wind licks
her ear – she can’t hear.
Goodnite mad Saint Anne takes another bite.

These are the rules when you come to my town:
When the wind blows there’s no rules.