El cerro de los elfos

a life size stop motion child puppet races through memories and daydreams reflecting on the cyclical nature of life.

Emerging from the sea onto land an axolotl swims through complex terrain parallel to a man searching for an encounter with God.

A synthesis of sound and movement; colourful characters dance and move in repetitive patterns to percussive and melodic elements. A combination of motion and music that is hypnotic and beautiful. At first it feels structured and orderly but as more elements are added becomes quixotically expressive.

Confusion settles in the house, how to make it a home again?

The soaked soil, Taking the shape of a mountain, Our river, Flows into yesterday's late sun, Fish try to shun their reflection, Bubbles wrapped the words filling up the fish tank, Fish die in between the gaps of language; Banana leaves brush away the dust on the table, Lungs that refuse to be cleansed, Thermos is a container for storing the shadow of the mountain, The inner shell broken, The mountain walks away in the night; Everything is collected into a shriveled wooden drawer, Bamboo baskets piled on the concrete floor, swaying, The grey soil flowing, Filling up all the old boundaries The dried earth needs no expression, All decisiveness and hesitation lie underneath the smooth surface

A group of partygoers consider what awaits them after death.

An exploration of intestines

Fiz Amizade com um Fantasma

A lost traveler encounters a talking clown puppet that won’t stop looking at a mysterious orange light.

Follows three interconnected characters and a snippet of their lives in a crime-ridden city where cannibalism is a part of day-to-day life.

In a gargantuan city lurking in the sky, powerful immortals who have become jaded with eternal life. Most of their time is spent monotonously constructing bizarre and unusual objects while waiting for the ultimate gift to arrive.

Non-Sequitur? Malapropism? — Who Knows…

"You gave me your mud and I turned it into gold". The Flowers of Evil, Charles Baudelaire

A digitally made short film, compiled from short clips made by different institutions.

A man goes on a walk.

A deformed nude woman is fired upon daily by mustachiod perverts in a spaceship attempting to impregnate her with rockets.

Hand-drawn animation tests, trials and experiments from way back when, with some water color, cut into a sweet. little. diddle. diddy. biddy. beep beep. boop boop. video.

In a world of her own, a young sound engineer spends all her time recording the sounds of the city. That is, until she encounters a man and succeeds in picking up the frequencies of his inner melody.

STATIC! VIBRATION! ENERGY! HYPNOSIS! DEMONS! A UNIVERSE BORN OF GODS BATTLING IN THE DARK WITH FLICKERING LIGHTS OF COLORED FLAME! BEASTS SHAPING HORIZONS BY THEIR MARCHING STEPS! THE SPINNING GOD HEAD! THE SHIFTING TOTEM ANIMALS! STATIC! VIBRATION! ENERGY!

IN A DESERT LANDSCAPE DOTTED WITH THE SMOKING CARCASSES OF CAR WRECKS, VEHICULAR AUTOMOTIVE BEINGS RACE TOWARDS EACH OTHER, SPUTTERING, ROARING, IN LUSTY SCREECHING EMBRACE, TOWARDS TOWERING DESTRUCTION WITH FORNICATIVE FERVOR. THREE YOUNG ARE FLUNG, SPRUNG FROM THE FUMING WRECKAGE, BLASTING OFF INTO THE SUN, INTO THE GIANTS MOUTH.