Using Varsha Panikar's poetry series by the same name, it follows the journey of a poet as they rediscover love, passion, and identity after encountering their muse.
Tender caresses and enveloping embraces are portals into the life of Mack, a Black woman in Mississippi. Winding through the anticipation, love, and heartbreak she experiences from childhood to adulthood, the expressionist journey is an ode to connection — with loved ones and with place.
A day in the city of Berlin, which experienced an industrial boom in the 1920s, and still provides an insight into the living and working conditions at that time. Germany had just recovered a little from the worst consequences of the First World War, the great economic crisis was still a few years away and Hitler was not yet an issue at the time.
De Wind
Voyeur
A granddaughter gives a new meaning to her grandma's death through previously unspoken memories.
An experimental meditation on Times Square's marquees and iconic advertising that captures the concurrently seedy and dazzling aspects of New York's Great White Way.
A cameraman wanders around with a camera slung over his shoulder, documenting urban life with dazzling inventiveness.
"The Hart of London" is an endlessly layered tour de force. It explores life and death, the sense of place and personal displacement, and the intricate aesthetics of representation. It is a personal and spiritual film, marked inevitably by Chambers’s knowledge that he had leukemia. The late American avant-garde filmmaker Stan Brakhage said of Hart, "If I named the five greatest films [ever made], this has got to be one of them." Even this high praise falls short of hyperbole. The Hart of London is at the centre of Chambers’s extraordinary achievement.
Fed up with surviving on social crumbs, he takes a surreal flight to find a hidden truth. In a dull world, we need color, but what if this colorful idealization turns against you?
Belfast, it's a city that is changing, changing because the people are leaving? But one came back, a 10,000 year old woman who claims that she is the city itself.
Occasionally, "your own" life is only based on the lifes of the rest. The human being, cutted off from the cultural and social, finds things in common with the other of the antipodes. An essay of the common and the different. The protagonist writes a letter and digress and imagine, with what isn't theirs. Taking it, transforming it and turning into another part of their body.
A kaleidoscopic montage, interpreting the poem "Our Punjabi Market" by Kuldip Gill depicting the vibrance of the Punjabi Market at 49th and Main in East Vancouver, BC.
Yo - a hard working salary girl loses her mouth.
A haiku film poem. the early morning waiting for the monks. the voices. the fire. the wat drum.
In this farewell letter to Ana (aka Anorexia), I reveal the suffering associated with this illness. I sincerely express my deep desire to regain my freedom and vitality by sharing not only my progress but also my relapses. Through the interweaving of drawings and poetry, I share this quest for reconstruction, which I hope will help raise awareness of this mental illness and bring a little hope to people affected by it and those around them.
A frenetic found-footage documentary made entirely from “lost” unlabeled media on YouTube - weaving together nearly a thousand raw videos, each mistakenly or mindlessly uploaded under a generic filename (e.g., IMG 1326, IMG 5493…).
Sitting Idle (2021) is a meandering, meditative visual poem that follows the life of a nameless character over the course of a year - as he traverses across the country, meeting and living with friends along the way. Luke Olutunmogun presents an unconventional plot-free narrative that acts as a visual longitudinal study and diary - exploring feelings of loneliness, alienation, and jadedness amid the death throes of a decaying urban landscape.
In this short from James Knight, a collection of Paul Celan's poetry is subjected to an electrical atomisation. Its words are severed from their material form. Knight composes through decomposition, pages disintegrate and reintegrate, and all the while the traces of their words remain fixed.
A reflection on loss and nature’s quiet observance in a small nook of the Ozarks.