Jim Trainor’s handmade animations provide the most bittersweet of creature comforts. Drawn in fat, inky lines with black sharpies on plain paper, his films explore the inner lives of animals who appear strangely self-aware even as they instinctually copulate, feed, fight, kill and die. Sometimes his characters are humans, likewise acting under animal impulses, who nonetheless passively recount mental inventories of their own organism-driven actions.